20/M/kireaka A hankering for writing is the furnace in me and I want to use it to light up worlds that have been dull and dark 46 followers / 2.6k words
The taste of my lover is like a scent from a rose Like a melody from the singing bird With the beauty that covers her face Like an apple tree in the forest l long to have her in my arms.
It’s not the way you look It’s not the way you speak It’s not the way you move It’s the way you write the things you say That captures me To capture your soul
Trough moons eyes I see A world asleep Not entirely I see nightlife So many wandering at night Homeless in the cold Searching for a place to hide Lovers whispering, looking at me.