Contemplation floods in with incessant whisperings of what could have been. Memories disturb my peace and sleep without remorse. Four walls tell me that I’ll never find love again. Fuck them.
Eroticism, romance, and intimacy through poetry.
Contemplation floods in with incessant whisperings of what could have been. Memories disturb my peace and sleep without remorse. Four walls tell me that I’ll never find love again. Fuck them.
Beautiful Thoughts 