the weight of his wrist on my shoulder was soft as I felt his heartbeat through his pulse,
almost becoming a part of me.as he whispered music into my ears,
i wished he did this more often.so my dream wouldn't be such a dream anymore.
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mellifluous | poetry
Poetryrhyming words that I mean with all my heart; before my heart gets torn apart. © OCTOBER 2017 - TBA