First Drafts
- Him -
When I hear his name, I think of his perfume stuck on the sheets wrapped around us, of our clothes scattered all over floor, of a hard body and a soft heart.
I think of the quiet nights with nothing but the whispers of his breath, and the beating of our hearts.
I think of the boy who adored poetry, and who spoke those words during moments when you least expect them.
Even until now, sometimes I would wake up and I would remember the way his hair glinted under the glow of the morning sun that seeped through the window.
I miss the way my hand would reach out and hold him closer, and how he would stir and hold me tighter, safe inside his arms.
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PoetryFeatured on the Wattpad Anthologies Profile. @WattpadAnthologies As the clock ticks, the pen on her hand taps rhythmically to the words in her head. Her finger runs through the cover of the journal, and her mind goes on a trip to memory lane, bringi...
