The lights are dim as the film plays. I look at him and he looks at me. Some say we fit together perfectly. I gently rub my index finger over the rough slices on his wrist and he kisses the scars on mine. We are both broken people who picked all our pieces up and fit them together to make a whole.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
The lights are dim as the film plays. I look at him and he looks at me. Some say we fit together perfectly. I gently rub my index finger over the rough slices on his wrist and he kisses the scars on mine. We are both broken people who picked all our pieces up and fit them together to make a whole.
Needs some work. It's not exactly how I wanted it to sound but I got the idea out there.
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