The air bites
and is cold.
She wants the warmth of him.
The entwining
The colours
The moments
The words.
Still and brittle now.
Still.
A few words jangle over the invisible ocean.
Falling softly inside the smooth screen
of her phone...
glimmering and warming into her hands.
Her fingers dancing on the keys
as she sends her words back
floating over the cold sea...
the watery link
that is deep
deep and constant.
There is someone out there
wishing they were here.
About Me
- prettyintelligentprincess
- Turrets and Spires, Near the sea., United Kingdom
- An imperfect mother. An unfaithful wife. A career professional. Waiting to feel the stone thrown at her by the one without sin.
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