xButterflyHarlequinx

The unseen tug of the bass on her heartstrings; the soft splash of the drums washing over her like the steady, pitter-patter of the rain as it fell against the pavement just outside; the warm, soulful sound of the saxophone punctuated by the slow, hollow, nostalgic lilting of the piano; tiny droplets streaking her reflection in the window as she looked out onto the street, where the occasional car would whir on by in a brilliant flash of red and yellow. Beneath the coffee and cardamom, the familiar, faded scents of cologne and cigarette smoke lingered faintly in the air. As if this place didn't bring back enough memories, as it is, already&#

You blazed through me like a fire, with your smoldering eyes and wisps of long, dark hair; the warmth of your touch still lingers on my skin, and the taste of your kiss on my tongue— liquid smoke. Hypnotized, you drew me in like a moth to the flame; I failed to see the danger within. Now all that remains is ash; the scars on my barren, seared skin a scalding reminder of what's long since passed. And yet your warmth still lingers… A burning, radiating pulse. A glimmer of hope perhaps garnered from the flickering embers you've left behind, but with such a clouded mind, time is still much too soon to tell… I'm now