you're wearing bright red lipstick and a little black dress but you are a mess and you can't even give the taxi the right address. You smell of cinnamon and sugar mixed with marijuana and when you laugh I can see the fillings in the back of your mouth and I resist the urge to touch your cheek and feel the curves of your body beneath your clothes. I can taste smoke at the back of your throat and I remember the way you once wrote. I think maybe I'll love you until this ******* has left my veins. What was your name again?
Red strings in my body Vibrate with your pious soul And composes the musical harmony To glorify the symphony of our love
And forever... It sounds the mesmerizing notes Pitches with the eternal flame of life In rhythm with the universe It resonates with the countless stars
Red strings in your body Vibrate with my earnest soul And create the mystical notes Which emphasizes our bond And last forever...
i am thirsty for all your blood, milk, and honey sweet and thirst quenching like a mosquito let me seep into your veins and take everything you have to offer thunder rolls above a sweet death kiss waits for you trust me, not clickbait
Crushing, beating, heart of the mountain Encased in stone and rock enclosed Ruby, emerald, sapphires, gold But also bedrock veins of water Running silently and cold
Short and to the point. Found in an old note which I refuse to change.
She Counts Her shots With sharpie On her arm, tick tick The alcohol swirls inside her. It can **** you, you know that, if you keep taking them.
She Waits, Ignores. Breathes in smoke. The substances coursing Through her veins. The two, a yin-yang Teasing each other, now giving balance to her world.
Feel Your Burning Cheeks flushing Under the dim lights. Are you still counting them tonight? What are you trying to escape from? Him? Or yourself?
echoes fall on my skin like ripples of fear a lonely gaze toward pattern ignores the warmth behind my eyes I trace the veins of my hand rolling bones and tendons a feeling of solace the sound of my own breaking under pressure I caused
a lilac touches the nape of my neck soft and forgiving a grace I do not grant myself serenity found in chills interrupting ripples disturbing the disturbance
