Tomorrow may be kinder.
do you ever wake up and just crave intimacy? Like you’d give anything to have woken up with someone’s arms around you and to be able to feel their breath on your neck? Idk i’m lame
Fair Haired Lady Hope
She is insatiable, intangible.
Slips through fingers like silk.
Ceaselessly flowing, never to be held.
She is a dancing, bare foot hypocrite.
She screams, whispers, dares, but hides.
I am captivated by her everything.
I am bound by curiosity and spite.
I am in her mercy and seek her every night.
She evades me like a ghost, yet
Remnants of her appear to me
In vapor like form, like preludes
Of a potential neon life.
Does she ever stay with anybody long?
This I want to know. Am I the failure?
Or is she the ubiquitous mess,
My bitter sweet omni losing song.
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