Poems from telvi1
My bed has always played savior
as I sought refuge from my thoughts,
seeking asylum from my sanctioned brain,
I thought secrecy was my only...
the smell of sex sweats from my pores but the only sex I smell is yours it makes me want you even more your scent is what I adore when we...
right now im sitting here in a musetrying to figure out the truth trying to figure out what it is that im gone dotrying to find a booth so...
Sometimes I wonder if her heart is as cold as this counter topAnd if Frank Ocean plays in the backdropDoes she ever think about me the way...
these arent worthless thoughts or empty inquiries i paint pictures of my life on the walls of my diary but my body is my canvas, my canvas...