I just love to write, even if it’s nonsense, HeLp
Alone. an emotion that could possibly eat you out. just devouring your soul as you slowly suffer in the unbearable pain. Alone with nothing but that pain that holds you. strokes you softly, calling you theirs and being by your side.
By Miral تاي6 years ago in Poets
Love. A thing. No, a feeling. It burns though. A feeling that burns? Rips and slithers under your flesh. A type of movement that is so unreal, very unreal.
