under your skin 🩸🖤
I imagine meeting you
beneath an opaline streetlamp,
the moon above us,
the river moving quietly,
as if making room
for us.
You stole the words
I had written with my lips.
They were meant for you..

under your skin 🩸🖤
I imagine meeting you
beneath an opaline streetlamp,
the moon above us,
the river moving quietly,
as if making room
for us.
You stole the words
I had written with my lips.
They were meant for you..