Laura GráApr 16, 20211 min readMy smell of tasteMy flesh smells like the morning dew, Like forgotten lilies on the bed, Like all the sins I shared with youIn all the tears that I shed.
My flesh smells like the morning dew, Like forgotten lilies on the bed, Like all the sins I shared with youIn all the tears that I shed.
My darklingAs I wandering into my soul, A burning sigh grows in the deep For all my pains, I'll take a bow Thus, they are mine, even if.. bleak. In dreams of night, the day will rise In many shades of fading ach