The glow of your soft,
smooth,
perfect,
sweet
skin
and the moment's fantasy
that it could be laying
mere inches
from mine,
that your glorious
yet sorrowful eyes
might be gazing back
at mine,
casts a cruel shadow
over other loves,
better rooted in mutuality
yet denied the full warmth of Sun
by an obstruction
in the shape
of my broken heart.
About the Creator
D351
trans manic goblin dream girl who chain smokes candy cigarettes and sings along to septic pumps
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