11.
Making the strings sing
relieves me of all pain.
***
12.
In bed, and again
my mind spills,
leaving
only thoughts of you.
***
13.
Time ticks
away, the seconds pass
you’re drawn ever closer.
Friday.
***
14.
Each time you come in,
you destroy all there before.
***
15.
Staccato messages swapped,
a nod to our natural tide
retreating from a false-love’s lust.
J.C. FitzDerick 
Beautifully written! Just stopping by to let you know that I nominated you for a Liebster Award. I love your writing, and can’t wait to read more! https://motleysoul.wordpress.com/2015/08/25/liebster-award/
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Thank you, that’s so very nice of you! Don’t worry I’ll be posting some more soon.
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