Sunday, September 8, 2013

iurhstjlkfe.. sorry. my head kind of got mad and hit the keyboard real hard.

He’s a love struck Romeo whose eyes used to follow my steps. He played with my hair like his fingers were fire and my hair was a watery relief. His kisses were so drippy with ache that once, they even made me cry. And then he cried because I cried.




Just, Hazel

6 comments:

  1. Holy....YES. I don't think there's anything left to say. Brilliance.

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  3. "He played with my hair like his fingers were fire"

    I know that wasn't the end of the sentence, but I couldn't read any more.

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