She wore his heart around her neck as a keepsake.
It was sufficient to keep the stimulants of her lips between his teeth, god when she looked at him it was like he could solve every damn thing.
He laughed when she laughed and he held her close, like fragile glass, his arm tucked securely around her hips, his eyes wide when he stared.
She just might faint from being his girl.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
