Fingertips trace the curves of lust;
an ironic twist of fate to everything that she had hoped for.
[breathing]
[waiting]
[wanting]
nothing more than a little more than what she already has,
babydoll dries her tears;
and prays for another chance
to erase her heart,
try again,
start fresh...
as he strokes her cheek and promises more heart break
[she loves him, but then again...]
Author notes
omfg, writers block
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love this babe. I love the emotion that you always put into your writing. I hate writers block too, I hope it goes away soon because I miss reading all of your lovely writes.
xx

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i like your writers' block...it's kind of...scrambly. i've had block for a while too. the only thing i can seem write about is theatre...



