dropping the vile,
she curled up next to the man lying on the bed
she'd always thought he looked so serene when he slept
she ran her fingers along his chest
creeping up to the dip above the collar bone
and back down to his ribs
tracing little patterns near his heart
eternally loving him,
knowing there would never be another...
her hand floated up and down
making the smallest of motions
with the most kind precision.
before drifting off, and joining him
in the only slumber which lasts forever...
Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 4:24 AM UTC
dropping the vile,
she curled up next to the man lying on the bed
she'd always thought he looked so serene when he slept
she ran her fingers along his chest
creeping up to the dip above the collar bone
and back down to his ribs
tracing little patterns near his heart
eternally loving him,
knowing there would never be another...
her hand floated up and down
making the smallest of motions
with the most kind precision.
before drifting off, and joining him
in the only slumber which lasts forever...
how i pictured Juliet's last moments next to Romeo
(she died after he did...right?)
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