Limerence

Your sorrow bows branches 

You are sunny and damaged

I want to be entombed in you 

We’re lungs and wings 

Tell me you love me 

I’ll pluck the words from your mouth  

and eat them like sweet fruit 

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eleven_eleven's picture

evocative

evocative

LutherSeahand's picture

Intoxicating.

Intoxicating.

Starward's picture

Incredibly beautiful.

Incredibly beautiful.


Starward