Inked
inked
Words imprinted on his arms, and they read like a poem.
Eyes like a whirlwind and a heart bigger than the moon. The word across his knuckles, they were more than just that. He would smile and tell me about the stars. We would stay up for hours, watching them all pass by. Like a dangerous game, we would pluck them away. “Send them to the moon!” And that’s just what we did.
His face so perfect, your heart broke with a glance. Hands like silk, and boy, he knew how to use ‘um. Laugh so loud, it sure made my heart flip.
God, how I miss him, miss us. I can still hear those four little words, so soft in my ear.
Words imprinted on his arms; imprinted on my soul.
Eyes like a whirlwind and a heart bigger than the moon. The word across his knuckles, they were more than just that. He would smile and tell me about the stars. We would stay up for hours, watching them all pass by. Like a dangerous game, we would pluck them away. “Send them to the moon!” And that’s just what we did.
His face so perfect, your heart broke with a glance. Hands like silk, and boy, he knew how to use ‘um. Laugh so loud, it sure made my heart flip.
God, how I miss him, miss us. I can still hear those four little words, so soft in my ear.
Words imprinted on his arms; imprinted on my soul.