2hb · Art · filler · Line art · M5 · M7 · paper · pencil · poetry


Have I lost myself,

or am I lost in your cause.

I never felt so free

but conflicted with my butterfly wings.

Then in my vain of veins,

I see no one but myself,

drawn apart from you and my darling one.

Wishing nothing but to keep on loving you,

the thing is we are tapped out of it,

cantspeak it, only txt it.