Every day is like a walking nightmare.
Wherever I look I can see her.
Her green eyes reflected in the grass
Her dark hair woven in the night sky.
I can see her behind the Shack, looking at the stars.
I see her by the lake, floating, at peace.
I see her in town, hood drawn over her face, wicked grin pulling at her mouth.
I can feel her hands in my hair, arms around my waist, lips against mine.
It's a walking nightmare.
Because I'll never see, feel her again.
Because she left me.
Because she's gone.
And I'm still here.
Sorrythis took so long to post lol. And this little thing is mostly just forformatting (see how it's called part 2?). Anyways I would start writing now buttoday is not a good day, I've got assessments and stuff and ugh
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Trapped
Fantasy"I came here for one reason and one reason alone. To kill the king and take his kingdom for my own. " ------ Vreca has one mantra. Control. Over other countries, over food and its people. But especially over women. In a world where women are deemed...
