Lullaby
... And now I crumble. My lungs refuse the air; as all my pieces fall to the ground. This horrid silence of my dying inside. A murder of me, Once again. The memory of it all. The way you hold me. The lingering scent of you. Your fingers playing their song against my skin. The breath of your sweet words. The way any defense falls away from me as the light of you enters me again. Was it not you, who Finally saw me? ... And I wait, in the wake of this passionate lull. .......And so, I wait.
©️A.Elizabeth •
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