Scittering across the forest floor,
My thoughts dance,
and twirl.
Trailing down your skin,
With lovely touches.
I am not good enough.
I want to hurt you,
Hurt myself,
Let myself ******* fall.
I wonder what it would be like if you watched the whole thing.
I have no words to describe how I felt writing this.maybe melancholy? Bittersweet? Not very sure.