wordwhore

I can’t.
These midnight cold sweats
Are sweatin me like the death of me
my destiny
i need nothing but u next to me
im sorry
bound by imagery
both tightly and aggressively
ive forgotten me
this can’t be healthy

c. soprofound

i know im gonna come back and finish this later on. the fractions of my thoughts be posted….i love my poetry in whatever form it comes to me