He slowly lifted those eyes to mine. Ecstasy thick as air after a shower of rain. "If you're a monster, then what does that make me?" His voice was breathy and sweet- but I couldn't tell whether he was joking or not. My lips twist in a bittersweet smirk. "An angel." A dark chuckle spills from him. I keep my eyes cast down; I wasn't lying. Suddenly his laughter stops and I feel hands brushing my neck. His lips taunt me as they move against my ear in a whisper: "We can be sinners together."
~alone in the dark once again
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Random"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose