Every night she spoke to me those perfect words that dripped like the sweetest nectar from those cherry lips. Her tongue would spin tales of fantasy that were like an invisible vapor that drugged me. Her eyes would burn into my soul seeing past the walls that I had built. Her gaze broke down each brick, cut through the mortar like a chisel.
I never had a chance against her pretty words.
I long to hear the soft whisper of her voice brushing across my cheek like gossamer wings. I close my eyes and I see the burning intensity that once were her eyes. I run my hands up my arms still remembering the shock of her touch. The sparks of her on me were enough to cause my skin to react. My eyes fly open and slowly the memory of her begins to drift away.
I never had a chance against her pretty words.
Aimlessly I walk through each tick tock of my own clock passing through the sun and moon. Floating across the clouds jumping over each star. I still long for her kiss. I long for the moment she would say "Miss you". I long for this specter of my dreams but she no longer exists in this world I travel in. I am simply one sail in the wind, no longer will I be a part of two.
I never had a chance against her pretty words.
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