Post by ~echo~ on May 11, 2015 6:51:21 GMT -5
Words on the wind-
Whispering sweet nothings.
Soft grit underfoot,
Deep blue towards the sky.
A bottle is gripped with care
In a pale hand.
Inside, my heart.
A breath is taken,
A muscle tautened,
And the green glass bottle
Is tossed to sea.
Whispering sweet nothings.
Soft grit underfoot,
Deep blue towards the sky.
A bottle is gripped with care
In a pale hand.
Inside, my heart.
A breath is taken,
A muscle tautened,
And the green glass bottle
Is tossed to sea.
