sketchthemessenger
He couldn't help but notice her smell went stale, her eyes no longer glistened with life. Limp, stolen. Her laugh was almost a whispered sorrow. He held her tight, close, always. She thought of other places. Dreams, wishes.. Life.
Her voice was within a voice, within a voice, struggle... struggling to escape the crevices within. Speak, speak; words. Words come crashing.
Waves. Words come crashing.. cradling the abyss he created for her...
Lips touch shoulder as I look back to watch you a little longer. Closer. Harder. I look back to memorize your movements, your smell, smile. My eyes, they shine for you.. My shadow doubles in size... I whisper to you.. "How did you become so brilliantly perfect?" Biting lower lip.. My head says back to me, "You're surely lucky to have come across a gentleman like that." I kiss your cheek and pull your hand, enveloped within mine, I pull it close, close; closer to my. I place it atop my heart. My heart. It beat, beat; beats it's own song for you.
Her brow furrowed.. Hands upon my desk. She yells in my face.. closer, closer; closer to mine. I cannot help but noticed the beaded sweat collecting on her top lip as she instills what I'm lacking. Trying to comprehend my mistakes. I grin as to show no mercy. Her infuriated ways doubled. Her flesh boiled, eyes glaze over. I stand up. I stand. I leave.
Your breath danced around my naked flesh. I couldn't apprehend how your lips felt as though they pierced my tender skin each time we connected.
she walked into this room. this room full of delightful colours. she glamours around. former clothes fall. new clothes gather, glorious. she sits crying, quietly. happy, to finally be the person she feels.
she peeks over his shoulder.. gibberish is all her eyes detain.. ”let me in.. into this world i wish to surround myself in. i long to be close..” is all she can thinks. months she has sat within two empty seats, next, close to him. can smell his spirit and his smile. his eyes never look up.
laughter holds, meaning, pause. love shares all, shelter. anxiety, i miss us. graces give all. smiles.. impeccable.
you look into the eyes, they eyes of mine. they taunt back. giggle, oh the giggle. remorse. none of that reflects, eyes, remorse, taunt. smile through, the light, bright.
your saliva. beats down. wholesome. i look past you, your still there. prance.
the tick of tock, drops- rain. smile leaks ground. "do you see me?" trace the look, sweet in innocence, a nod. "i feel you." leaves, crunch- gold. "do you.. do you see me?" water, splash, chaos. "i know you."
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