Waiting

Taking his arm in hers. Whispering for him to close his eyes. With only the soft pads of her fingers, she wrote their love story on his skin. There would be no proof she was there, but buried deep in his flesh would be memories he would never forget. She was a dream, a myth, or was she figment of his darkness. Lost in a soulless world two search for the day they both awake

A.J. Luna

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s