I Wake Up At 3AM With The Smell Of You But All I Can Taste Is Loneliness.

There are poems inside you which paper can't handle

what is a sinner to me , a mirror reflecting back on me

somewhere in my dreams i live in the same city you were born in wearing the same old worn out linen

in these reveries of mine you play and talk too loud, you often drive me crazy too

somewhere in these dreams the skies haven’t lost their color and I haven’t lost you

we’re making love in the afterlife

I wake up at 3AM with the smell of you but all I can taste is loneliness.

My heart shutters to synchronise with the beat of your heart ,but all it can ever create is pure mess.

As if it was made to be apathetic and you, well you? Art.

–Anonymous

@academia-lucifer

I love people who read

im sinking into myself but hey the sky looks so beautiful

I'm going to fuck that nerd