Disoriented…

Fuck!!!! Why can’t she write!!!
Does she need pain???
Does she need you…

He only brings torment,
Into her soul,
But she longs,
Wondering what his hands,
Feel like against her canvas,
His finger tips painting,
Across her surface,
As if she was a master piece…

But she knows,
He doesn’t log for her…

He is lost within,
His own nightmares…

~ by jbritt
Fuck