Disclaimer: not mine and never will be. -pout-
Untitled
by: yamishun
Soul POV
How did things become like this again?
What was the start of this unlikely partnership?
To you who couldn't trust men,
and to me who couldn't bring myself to trust others...
When was it?
There was moonlight, a dark room, a sole light that illuminated the bright wall with pictureless frames.
Red blood curtains and a grand piano, music from the tips of my fingers, and there was you.
I turned and you smiled.
You stretched out your hand and so did I.
We mirrored each other, in a way that was clear to no one else but us.
It was when our hands touched and our souls resonated,
that I felt that I was home.
yamishun: yes, that's the final title. I couldn't find a titled that would best suit it. Then I thought that maybe untitled is the best after all. It's a weird piece of fiction ne?