

RuinReaching out with desperate fingertips, only to be met by the cold skin of the unaffected.Ruin
Desperate for warmth and tenderness but only greeted by numb and tired voices.
A voice screaming for help, begging with all its might, but no sound comes out.
A heart yearning for some sort of attention to keep it from falling to pieces, but receiving no reply.
The voice gets louder, the desperation grows, but still no sound, no answer, no help.
It's all crashing down.
Falling to pieces.
Slamming against the concrete like it carries a vengeance.
Leaving holes in the heart and voice.
The fing


TouchI could feel the electricity in the air when my hand fell into yours, when you pulled me in, when your hips brushed mine. The light was dancing off your skin like raindrops on calm water and all I could see was your silhouette. Our bodies swayed to the music, held close by eager and somewhat fearful hands. Letting go was a concept far from the reaches of our minds. It was as if we were the only ones in the room, the only ones in the world. Your smile grew and mine followed fast, matching yours with magnificent elegance. I searched your face for words to fill the space, but found none, just happiness reflected in your eyes. Your body moved witTouch
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