'love is like a cigarette,' he'd told her, when they were sitting by the sea. icy water spilled across her pale feet as they rested in the iridescent hues of golden sun.
her eyes were like sadness, but at the same time made you want to break the rules just to see them light up.
'you're crazy,' she'd laughed; the melody spiralled from her pink lips like mist. he drowned in her colour.
'we're all crazy. that's why we're here, instead of where we're supposed to be,' he said. he pressed the cigarette into the sand.
'can i ask you something?'
'sure.'
'where do you sleep at night?'
he looked at her for a long time.
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Where Stars Collide *ON HOLD*
Poetry//Don't kiss me if you're afraid of thunder, my life is a storm// her name was elena and he had none they both had a strange passion for rain and whatever their souls were made of, they were the same. [currently on hold due to exams, however thanks...
