The lights are switched off, leaving the room entirely dark. The only shine that can only be seen is the shine from their eyes, plus the beam of their smiles. The only sound they can hear is each other's elevating heart beats and steady breathing. The only thing they can think of is them, right there, right now.
Like any other night, he wraps around his arms around her, and she will place her head on his chest. His hand caresses her back slowly and lovingly, and her fingers play around with his dark, toussled hair, as the other hands are holding one another's.
Like any other night, he will whisper in her ear how much he loves her and every single moment spent with her. She will write a story of them in her head as she listens to him talk, and sometimes she will fall asleep with wonderful thoughts playing bright in her mind. In fact, the both of them will.
Like any other night, they fall for each other harder and even more. Like any other night, they wish the night would stay longer.
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[23/10/16]
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
