murshell

I like the time we spend When our worlds colide Swallowing each other without a fight Without rejecting any pieces We take, we give, natural selection The tears you never share with me taste the saltiest on their tongues The warmest touch embrces them and them only I can't bite into your meat Hidden desire shows throuh the stare Forgetful mind suggests your presence Although you are not even close to being, existing Solitude, solitude, solitude finally feels accetable Still high on last night's fever