Baby, come watch the rain with me. We'll fog the glass with our breath and write our names inside love hearts we drew with our fingers; just like we did as kids.
Then pull me into your chest, stroke my hair and sing to me as sleep drags us carefully away from the rain water glistening in the street light and into a land where darkness reins over our imagination.
No, sleep never was a benefit now, was it?
YOU ARE READING
Through your veins.
Random(SECOND BOOK!!! The first book is called 'into your veins' I suggests you read it or this book will not make sense ☺️ ) Sometimes you are so broken that when another tries to love you, you break...
