You know that warm feeling of soup going down your throat? That's how it felt when you dragged your fingers across my body. You filled me with radiating comfort and washed away my every misfortune. But this time I forgot to cool you down with a blow before letting you in, and you fucking scorched my insides.
I saw you kiss her, and it put a feeling inside my stomach even more hollow than the time I didn't eat for five days and was admitted for self starvation.
I just wanted to feel something. But something fucked up and now I'm feeling everything.
Now the wind is screaming your name almost as loud as I am and I welcome the rope burn on my
You know that warm feeling of soup going down your throat? That's how it felt when you dragged your fingers across my body. You filled me with radiating comfort and washed away my every misfortune. But this time I forgot to cool you down with a blow before letting you in, and you fucking scorched my insides.
I saw you kiss her, and it put a feeling inside my stomach even more hollow than the time I didn't eat for five days and was admitted for self starvation.
I just wanted to feel something. But something fucked up and now I'm feeling everything.
Now the wind is screaming your name almost as loud as I am and I welcome the rope burn on my
I'm a simple freelance artist, if you can even call me that. Art is more of a hobby, though I am very passionate about it. I plan to fully develop my art skills later but for now, you'll just have to settle with what I've got!