Mar 31, 2010 23:08
if you hurt me,
i'll never invite you
back to lick the wounds.
yeah i've got scars,
but you've got ghosts
crashing into your
dreams- black
gossamer women,
mouths in the shape
of a tiny O; eyes
cloudy & wide.
they are worth-
less to you; their
fingers withered
to the bone, breasts
just ash. once you
fondled
me and whispered
words that made me
feel alive. now,
(
Read more... )
Leave a comment
Comments 2
Beautiful. x
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment