..complications, predicaments, liaisons, fragments, idioms and expressions.
Drowning in fires,
swimming your storms
the kneel-to
bruising my bones.
Longing, wanton, needy
for hopeless devotion
that pierces my soul
with tangled kisses
on sweet lips
that bloom nectar
and honey.
Kiss me there.
-glassy-eyedgirl
Dad, I don’t even know where to begin, because there aren’t enough words to hold everything you are to me. You are strength in its truest fo...
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