Anemoia

Scraps~n~Scribbles

How can I long for a feeling 
I have never felt
The touch of skin 
the smell of your hair 
as you fall asleep
When all I ever knew were your scars 
The things you were afraid to show to a world 
Cruel and uncaring, ready to consume
We sat and shared nothing more than ourselves 
And I long for nothing more 
For eternity

  • Author: Scraps~n~Scribbles (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 24th, 2026 00:11
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 1


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