Messed up shit.
ENJOY!!!

He never understood
that touching me with his greedy hands
was not enough for me.

I needed words. I wanted words.
I wanted his hands on my hips
and his words on my paper.

A Poet With Desires by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)
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reblogmyselfie:

I WLLL COME INTO YOUR HOUSE AND FUCKING nap with you

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