arms folded,
and it seems i'm always sitting this way.
if you feed me, i'll be faithful.
if you fill me i'll gaze into your eyes untill the hunger growls inside once more.
was it weird to see her eyes standing out of her head?
it was as if water was pushing from behing her lids,
and i couldn't focus.
i could only see her eyes
and feel the hunger.
and when i rubbed my eyes to hopefully erase and start again,
i found out
i'm not an etcher sketcher.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment