My Imaginary Friend is STILL addicted to Pornography
This husky frame feels as though Its taken the road less traveled on My body is an endless sarcophagus Bedsheets wrinkled and worn through No substitute hand will suffice No good morning text will do
I crave your head Lying on my chest But four years is such a long time Or it could be just a second But either way I know that this is what we have to do But just know that this husky frame is frail Without your touch