It was raining over clouds
I found he is searching to get a shelter He never lost a hope What triggered him to attempt his best As he walked every mile He heard a soul speaking to him Just as he heard, it was me standing in pain He felt we need to move on Irrelevant even if what it may Just as he heard my cries He took a lead to show me a shelter and He left himself alone in rain forever
She wants to gently place me upon the bed and straddle my hips all while her lips attack my skin marking what is hers.
Her fingers will slip in and ****** me hard and I'll feel the full length of it inside. She wants me to feel her. All of her. She wants to feel how she controls me and allows me to come and when she does she will clean up what she has created with her tongue , deep and I'll scream her name.
Her vivid thoughts put into words and no one can put it the way she does.
i want to go back to the nights
by the lake and under the stars smoking **** and drinking stella artois i want to go back to the nights the summer nights with you
all my poems are real experiences so pls apprieciate <3
we argue like wolves,
but love like doves -ehx
a cigarette helps to numb the pain,
i just hope it doesn’t become a habit. like you were to me. -ehx
written a while ago
i took the chance and overdosed,
you were a trip i had to take, and just for all times sake, i knew it would be magical ehx
Out there b e y o n d A road of Attentions and infatuations ; You'll see another Path too, — m e e t m e t h e r e ©poojkaundal | apr202018
loved him. And I love this brokenness he left in me. The freckles on my chest, that carry his name. The loneliness in my eyes, that wonder where he sleeps at night. I carry his pain, and I sleep with it in the dark, when the sun is still out. It's better than feeling numb. This hurt, tells me he's still alive inside of me. He's the reason my dead heart, still tries to beat for life. *Sandoval
where I am broken the most. Lust for me, when I look in the mirror, and I am no longer beautiful. And baby, love me; when the sun turns black, and these bones no longer feel like home. *Sandoval
write. Make of my words, whatever you want.. *Sandoval
Whenever they ask me, who or what I write about..