My Oh My
Two people. Unsure of what the future holds because of their damaging pasts. However, those pasts might just be what makes them perfect for each other.
By Brook Published 9 years ago • 1 min read
My heart beats,
My palms are sweaty.
My eyes are closed,
My balance unsteady.
My senses aroused,
My thoughts are heavy.
My past is gone,
My heart is ready.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Chaotic silence.
His heart is good,
His arms are open.
His eyes are dark with pain,
His voice soft-spoken.
His breathing quickens,
His heart was broken.
His past is the past,
His future is my token.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Chaotic silence.
Our hearts as one,
together, but late.
Though broken, scarred,
and damaged by hate.
Our pasts are alike,
futures bandaged by fate.
Our bodies entangled,
forever as soul mates.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Chaotic silence.
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Brook
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