going back up and around the curves
I’m penciling out of line-why don’t you push me back in
^gave me the image of elequence, iuno why.
Sensitive to this touch
Stop touching the sharpness of the…
It’s not pain, but look in my eyes sit parallel upfront to see what it is
Never pleasure…but you’re a relief to the symptom
^sweetness.
I'm really feeling this, the words seemed not to jump off the page at me, but glide off the page with grace, like water running off the edge of paper.
How Come.. we don't even talk no more
And you don't even call no more
We don't barely keep in touch at all
And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
lol.
Hollatchaboi.
Much love sweetheart.