as far as i acknowledge
hearts are wild creatures
that buried deep in our souls
as of the answer of ribs existence
for them to be its cages
but people like you
are undeniebly powerful
who has hands made of
******* blade and steel
please give my heart back
i need it

- z.d

Words written so vividly,
you can see them come alive before your eyes.
You write as if your lungs depend only on literature to breath;
As if your heart pumped stories instead of blood to live.
As if you needed to write to stay alive,
you've become addicted to picking up the pen.
Writing unconsciously about all your ***** secrets;
your thoughts, and daily activities go onto paper.
A beautiful soul;
A chaotic mind.
You'll never get any rest with a poetic mind.

Sweet sorrows of burning palms,
He loved everything that was wrong.

She washed away his pain with coconut flesh,
And tender kisses of a foul mouth.