Sweet Nothings
"How's the water?" He asked her as he held her close to his chest.
"My head's under water, but I'm breathing fine." She whispered and the words sunk into his skin, tainting his mind for the rest of the night.
That kept him up until the dawn broke and then he found the cure to those whispered words.
He stripped her down, as well as himself and pressed her down into the mattress, whispering sweet-nothings until the late afternoon.
YOU ARE READING
Him, The Galaxy and The Darkness
PoetryThis is my poetry/ventings/stuff My poetry is basically inspired by many things, such as songs and feelings and dreams but mainly about my ex-lover... Every thought is about him. So... This is for my lover. I love you.
