Her heart had turned black.. and her tears laced the pedals with crystals. The rose that was once red had slowly turned cold, wilted, shriveled into the noir places of disrepair. It was this sadness that enveloped her — the velvet calm of solitude. The quiet. The b r e a t h before the cry. There’s this moment of peace before the storm, the rush of the pain. The quivering ache before the sob. The sting behind her eyes as she let her lashes fall… as she let love slip through her fingers.
thank you Absi <3
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- January 23, 2014 / 1:20 pm