They say that people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. So, I didn't; he did. My walls shattered, leaving me Exposed, Naked and Vulnerable. Now I'm blinded by the lights reflecting off the shards of glass. He sweeps in and sweeps me up, rebuilding my walls with his tattooed arms, hungry eyes and powerful lips that whisper, "just breathe."
They say that people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. So, I didn't; he did. My walls shattered, leaving me Exposed, Naked and Vulnerable. Now I'm blinded by the lights reflecting off the shards of glass. He sweeps in and sweeps me up, rebuilding my walls with his tattooed arms, hungry eyes and powerful lips that whisper, "just breathe."