• _myscribblings 5w

    Bonfire and delicate lips
    sensation is all I've got
    don't say it's a gimmick.
    Such certainty I crave to exist
    now I'm less than ever I could be
    something I never choose
    an inch beneath my my skin
    you stays a lot.
    Maybe I never intended to
    find you elsewhere
    cause here you felt close.
    Just one pair of eyes to satire
    just one pair of arms to hold.
    You're a melt of art in soul.
    ya, I miss your colours
    ya, I miss your odds.
    ©_myscribblings