Tuesday, January 22, 2019



you are not true love 
that knows just how to hold me right

you are merely a warm touch
on a long cold night 

you whisper emotions
I purr only with need

I'm not opening this heart
I'm too afraid to bleed

'why yes, I am a hopeless romantic
but right now,
  I'm here
    purely in greed.

.j.



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