silence is causing my neglect to deepen. I have always known it would come down to this. somewhat bravely reaching out into the dark trying to find a hand to take. but grabbing air in return.
Your spirit force has me blindly committing sins all for a possible kiss, a touch of your skin. For this electric exchange I would do anything. admire you in Hell just to be with you. I would choke on your essence and be ready to die all for that moment.
How can I be with a God, and my king not see it in my eyes. or in my hips as he is no longer the ruler. I waited for you to not only see but know my body. now our pulse is weak not sure if we can make it.
I.m Corey the only real way to spell it. One story about me is I did my own tattoo on my arm in ninth grade with Indian ink and an needle just because I wanted one that bad. It looks horrible but I still have it. I say I wear my mistakes on my sleeve.
I.m Corey the only real way to spell it. One story about me is I did my own tattoo on my arm in ninth grade with Indian ink and an needle just because I wanted one that bad. It looks horrible but I still have it. I say I wear my mistakes on my sleeve.
