lay until we’re the same temperature,
until silence is just as comfortable.
setting a stage for the words bubbling
at our lips
(2/9/21)
lay with me
A Bleeding Pen
◦ melancholy behind a curtain of beauty ◦
lay until we’re the same temperature,
until silence is just as comfortable.
setting a stage for the words bubbling
at our lips
(2/9/21)
A Bleeding Pen 