Her fragrance spills ,
onto the sheets.
They leave little traces,
in every little corner,
every crevice of our small world.
And as our fingers entwine,
under the moonlit sky,
I feel myself soaring
up to kiss the stars.
She composes tunes of
my existence
to the sound of her heart.
She smelled of the universe.
Warm,
wild,
chaotic,
and broken.
And every night,
before I fall asleep
to the sound of her heartbeat,
I take in her fragrance.
Reason being,
I want to bury it in my lungs
and scatter it every time
I exhale.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
Her fragrance spills ,
onto the sheets.
They leave little traces,
in every little corner,
every crevice of our small world.
And as our fingers entwine,
under the moonlit sky,
I feel myself soaring
up to kiss the stars.
She composes tunes of
my existence
to the sound of her heart.
She smelled of the universe.
Warm,
wild,
chaotic,
and broken.
And every night,
before I fall asleep
to the sound of her heartbeat,
I take in her fragrance.
Reason being,
I want to bury it in my lungs
and scatter it every time
I exhale.
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