walkerjojones
i write to get out what I can’t say. or won’t say. either way. i’m writing.
longing kiss.
left
in only words
now
blood drips from the drying
of my lips
they long to be kissed
raw and decaying
encrusted over
that longs to be kissed
cracked and grayed
they long to be kissed
now
left
in only words
longing
for your kiss
