Jul 2013
His purple lips greeted mine in a dream, once
His pale hands pull me from the air, so my feet land firmly in the grass next to my grave.
The white dress I wear blows up against my skin,
I can feel
but I am not alive
If I could blush, I would.
His pale hands pull me from the air, so my feet land firmly in the grass next to my grave.
The white dress I wear blows up against my skin,
I can feel
but I am not alive
If I could blush, I would.
I am going to write a book and these will be my characters. I don't know their names yet, though.
