i watch myself burn
every time i took a deep breath
i catch her eyes -
she's staring at me.
i don't know if she's scared
but it seems like
her eyes are just like hazelnut -
so deep, light brown and
lovely.
i catch her breathing
i try compare my breath to her.
she's just smiled at me and came closer
her fingers found my hair
they play with them.
my stomach has been living in a storm
of a lovely feeling - butterflies.
i almost forgot how to breath -
her voice sounds like the warmest song for my ears
her hands
her body
her skin
she doesn't let me go
i sit like this
she's hugged me and won't let go
i hope.
i don't wanna this to end
but as the slightly wind comes there
i ask her
will you be my butter...
YOU ARE READING
a girl. her
Short StoryFirst try letting my feelings out. May it be the first pancake ever - not the one that you've been hoping, but maybe better than the worst. I hope every reader will feel more or less, see themselves more or less in these words and sentences. I hope...
