God's unsents, 2
4
Starlights die across human sight as secrets die between your breath and mine.
5
Born from a rumor of senses, my truth will never get past your skin.
6
I am not a writer. I hurt reading a world that cannot read itself.
7
The word is, in the end, mortal.
Starlights die across human sight as secrets die between your breath and mine.
5
Born from a rumor of senses, my truth will never get past your skin.
6
I am not a writer. I hurt reading a world that cannot read itself.
7
The word is, in the end, mortal.