I like how her eyelids slowly close ever so gently, as if those words could be forever inked into the pockets of her mind.
Oh, the way he breathes in at times, it's like he tries to inhale the words through his slightly chapped lips into the airways and then
into the staircases to nowhere.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
I like how her eyelids slowly close ever so gently, as if those words could be forever inked into the pockets of her mind.
Oh, the way he breathes in at times, it's like he tries to inhale the words through his slightly chapped lips into the airways and then
into the staircases to nowhere.
