cold eyes felt like dewsends the chills, that cry for easethe soul decays, please
You look but you don’t,See the stories that the stars,Desire to tell you.
If you’ve let it goit can’t come back anymore shooting at your heart
sharp words thrown at me,tattoos inside the eyelids — like stings of the bees.
I ride my body — but I only reside it,when your kiss opens me.
Autopsy report: melted heart, exploded smile.Cause of death: your kiss.
Goddess
Press and cross my chest,