Stories Scribbled on Sunday #20

It is in the nights like these, I miss the warmth of your touch and the sweet smell of your breath and You who taught me to Love.

-Aishwarya Singh 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s