I hope it hurts.
I hope for it.
Wishing and wanting,
But taken to the next level
A level of pain that hurts to watch.
A pain that is witnessed and branded into the mind.
A pain so deep it stems from the inside and mutilates anything in it’s path.
It rots your insides so all that’s left is your haunting past and 2 eyelids caked black.
You probably hope the same.
At least I have 2 eyes cleared clean.
I’ll have the comfortability for my entree with a side of adventure and out of my comfort zone. For dessert, I’ll take the passion glazed in pleasure with a hint of love.
Thank you so much. I stopped drawing for a while so it’s really nice hearing that from someone new. Oh Emma, ain’t she a doll? Thanks again! Wow, compliments galore.