His whispers; silent. His voice; melodic as the unknown rumbles curiously throughout his humble chest. His heart unwillingly reveals the predominant echo of life. How he wonders? How does she manage to surpass these incomprehensible, imaginary fantasies he refuses to disperse...
His pain digs upon salted wounds; a bottle of whiskey...an apology long forgotten.
Sadly, he fails to open tear laden eyes as she waits; her reflection lingering on a rearview mirror.
{Saturday 1:58 am}
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| {photoretrieved from pinterest} |
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