Oct 2014
her heart pumps for me, blood overwhelms her body
and her skin takes on a new form, a familiar form
in which no other knows her by.
she is not hers and I am not mine,
we are one.
and her skin takes on a new form, a familiar form
in which no other knows her by.
she is not hers and I am not mine,
we are one.
Starting a series of writing prompts... Hope they will be better because I can't seem to write anymore! Criticize me please and thank you! L<3
