These hands of hers - hands bound with string
fingers that flow with gold ribbons
the softest of caresses
and the sweetest scent - a glimpse of heaven
milk skin white teeth
white hair - white heart
full of light
and sculpted gaze.
I cannot live like this- you burn me - you blind me.
{I would rather not live, than live without you Chi Chi.]
- Char|ey
- things can only get better from here...I promise to love you with my entire being, if you love me too. My heart is a small thing, my chest has a hole in it darker than the darkest night. But it's getting better - slowly. Until then, I'll write. End.
No comments:
Post a Comment