But darling, loving you might empty my soul - for I will let you take my every breath, even if it means sucking the life out of me. My body – for all of me is meant to be only yours. My heart – for your name pumps along with my blood, until it reaches the peripheries of my indigo veins. And there'll be times when I would be left in the middle of the ocean, your clash of waves washing me up; your saltwater of affection leaving me gasping out for air, but nothing compares to the painful elation of drowning in your love, my dear, for I also know this – you will be the air to fill the gaps in my lungs; to bring me back to life.
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Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Поэзия"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
