Envy
Envious I am, of the eyes that gaze upon yours, and the neck that feels you breathe your life upon it. Forever lost in day dreams of what used to be, daydreams that feel like gruesome nightmares, nightmares I'd die inside of, if it meant spending one more minute alive with you. .
Ad
Poetry Books 50% Off
Bestselling collections from top poets
Shop Now →
