#the wolven storm
You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep
“These scars long have yearned for your tender caress”
My self-harmer ass:
You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep
“These scars long have yearned for your tender caress”
My self-harmer ass: