There was that night when he heard the anxiety spiking her voice.
He watched her chest flutter, the shallow breath, the wide-eyed panic.
Hours of crying turning her waterlogged.
And all he can offer is; "your eyes look pretty when you cry".
He was always marveling at tears.
But god, they glitter like stars.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC
There was that night when he heard the anxiety spiking her voice.
He watched her chest flutter, the shallow breath, the wide-eyed panic.
Hours of crying turning her waterlogged.
And all he can offer is; "your eyes look pretty when you cry".
He was always marveling at tears.
But god, they glitter like stars.
