Clothing myself in healing
Saved from the drought of my soul
Leaving the burning rays behind
Your core is made of
fallen leaves flying everywhere,
of dying heat
and cold winds
But I love you
When I touch you,
you fall apart,
but I still love you
You're my pillow talk
I chase you in my dreams
Oh , if your mind's fragile,
it'll fit well with mine
YOU ARE READING
Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
