there is nothing poetic about being loved by me. akin to a rot that spreads, from the heart to the tips of my fingers, the soles of my feet. an all—consuming love, aching in its wake; and there is no place to put it.
@HeadNurse220 ⠀
⠀I knowwww but your
⠀health matters too y'kno ..
⠀you can't neglect yours
⠀& treat others , what if
⠀you get sick & infect a
⠀patient ? Hm ? What if
⠀you gave them the wrong
⠀item due to lack of sleep ?
⠀
@scrtdeers ⠀
⠀you're really pretty 😊
⠀same with your eyes
⠀they're black like the
⠀midnight sky during a
⠀storm⠀&⠀your antlers
⠀are as pretty like the
⠀snow ..!!
⠀𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 .
⠀