Poetry

It’s Meant To Be

Her scent suffocates me

It is buried deep into the seams of her bedsheets

In which I am entangled in

I drag my fingers across her soft skin

And her breathing quickens

Her beautiful eyes are the only thing that fills my vision

I love her, she’s the only one that I want

We have a unique bond

That will not break

Our love is not a mistake

© 2014 Vic Romero

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