Intoxicated Love 05/08/2017
Invisible marks stain my skin; Ghosts of where you’ve been. A trace of love found on my head. Repeating the words you said. Waking up to you in the morning, Yet, I was given no warning. Now waking up to an empty bed Where passion used to be instead. Barely remembering how it … More Intoxicated Love 05/08/2017