TUESDAY
Out of all the things we talked about yesterday, and all the things you said. There was one thing that stuck with me.
You said it so beautifully. The words rolled off your lips in a string of poetic syllables.
I asked you to repeat it. Not because I didn't hear you, and not because I didn't understand you.
But because I wanted to hear you say it again.
And as I sit here now, drinking my hot cocoa and snuggled up in a blanket, an involuntary smile graces my lips.
You said it right after I asked you what you loved about cemeteries.
"Because," You said, "my mind is a graveyard, and I'm praying for gravediggers."
YOU ARE READING
Stones
Romance"My mind is a graveyard and I'm praying for gravediggers." (C O P Y R I G H T © 2 0 1 4)
