"Surely there is more than this."
There is something that hinges on her last word.
Ah, its
hope.
Misplaced, misguided thing.
"The universe is beautiful, yes?"
She nods slowly.
My hand cups the side of her face, my fingertips lightly brushing her cheekbone.
"You plucked the stars speckling these skies
then dotting it onto
my fingertips,
then my wrists
and
the deepest oblivions in me."
If there is anything more than that.
We
are all too selfish for
our own good.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
"Surely there is more than this."
There is something that hinges on her last word.
Ah, its
hope.
Misplaced, misguided thing.
"The universe is beautiful, yes?"
She nods slowly.
My hand cups the side of her face, my fingertips lightly brushing her cheekbone.
"You plucked the stars speckling these skies
then dotting it onto
my fingertips,
then my wrists
and
the deepest oblivions in me."
If there is anything more than that.
We
are all too selfish for
our own good.
I got too emotional writing this.
Hope you, you and you enjoy this!
x
