My rants, raves and romances in verse - telling my greatest love stories.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Last night He asked me to lay down beside him. He held my head, With both arms. I was conscious of the weight On his shoulder. Of the bones And frail. Of his guitar nails Tickling my shoulder Like when I was a child. I could hear his heartbeat Unsteady. Breath pausing for too long. A slight movement made So he'd inhale again. Then he asked me If I ever wondered about Our minds being too closed... I told him Only when I think it's open.