I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you Pretty lies, pretty faces and pretty songs. Wounded people accepting less, wanting more. Where do we go when the blackness of the night is sweet.… Continue reading
I need you, I need you Pretty lies, pretty faces and pretty songs. Wounded people accepting less, wanting more. Where do we go when the blackness of the night is sweet.… Continue reading
Originally posted on Ionwhite Poetry:
the soul flooded by this sweetness as she is pure and becomes all that is lovely and this sweetness was put inside the marrow of her heart and…