The black of your eye.

In your eyes, my soul drains. Into a black sky I stared blind.

The rush of blood I can’t stand. Too close for comfort you seem to be.

Bleeding my heart, my breath draws. A life, I never could want.

Slowly in a silent pace I drag along. For the hunger runs deep, through your veins.

A sound from your mouth tempts me for your breath. A grace in your moves, weighs over my heart.

Whose every thump, burns in me. Whose every joy I’ve learn to lose.

Answer #1

Thank you. :)

Answer #2

really deep:)I like it

Answer #3

that was really good

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