Dear rose, nymph and thoughts
Tonight she told him about her childhood, with a big smile runny ,nose she explained "I was waiting for the beating, I thought just hit me and get over it already " she said laughing. But he wasn't, for the first time he was horrid while he looked at her throwing her head back amused at the memory.
He was so oblivious.He soon saw the whole reason of the exterior that decorates her persona, especially when it comes to men. She either hated them whole heartedly or she pretended to be one so she did not have to be treated like a woman ( because in her house, when that happens you get a beating)
"Oh spirits, I will cut my fingers that play her happy tunes, blind my eyes for her to see the light at the end of the tunnel, sell my soul for her to nestle in gentleness. If crossing every joints and strands of hair will let her she find her Person , I will do it"
his conscious prays. The conversation moves to something lighter, for he did not realise the person he was praying for, she had prayed for it was to be him.
r.h
yall, lets i hope both of their prayers get answered
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a rose, a nymph,her thoughts
Разноеmy thoughts that i write down in my notes. poetry,short stories and maybe more. maybe someone out there can relate to xx
