Every time she closed her eyes, she could feel his fingers lace themselves between her own. He held her close to his chest because he knew. She would indeed be gone by sunrise. She ran her fingertips along the smooth contours of his body, committing each touch to memory. He smiled and they breathed each others' air. Sweet as honey and salty as the sea.
Departure leaves such a bittersweet taste. Goodbye, love.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Tug-Of-War
She had spent the past few weeks frolicking in a dream world that so gracefully collided with reality; but, he wasn't as sure as she had thought.
This is my heart.
This is my heart.
Monday, July 13, 2009
This New Heart
Sometimes you get tired of the constant game. And sometimes it's not worth it as much as you thought it was. And sometimes you don't feel anything.
Scar tissue grows back ten times as thick as the original skin it's healing. Same rules apply for the heart. At least you tried.
Scar tissue grows back ten times as thick as the original skin it's healing. Same rules apply for the heart. At least you tried.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Shades Of Grey
Some days, she couldn't bring herself to write, because some days she remembered she was hurt. She could hear the song in her head, the lyrics running smoothly and silently across her lips, "Don't follow your heart, cause it just seems to get in your way". But the lyrics were wrong. The only thing that gets in your way is your head. Your heart will always lead you to what is right.
Black and white, baby girl. You remember, don't you?
Black and white, baby girl. You remember, don't you?
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