First Drafts
- Art -
When I think of him, I think of fluffy bed sheets tangled around our bodies and the taste of mint that lingered on his lips when we kissed.
I had a habit of tracing my fingers on the scars on his body that defined the history of him.
Looking back now, I realize I hadn't asked any questions. I simply accepted his presence, like welcoming the moon at the end of the day because it simply was supposed to be that way.
I didn't feel the need to question him and he never made me wonder. I knew that he is a mystery to be solved, but he never snapped a curiosity in me.
There are just some people you love for who they are, because you know changing them would take the beauty of them away.
You never ruin art, you appreciate it.
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PoetryFeatured on the Wattpad Anthologies Profile. @WattpadAnthologies As the clock ticks, the pen on her hand taps rhythmically to the words in her head. Her finger runs through the cover of the journal, and her mind goes on a trip to memory lane, bringi...
