It was another day
a hot summer
you picked out your favorite dress
no
not that one
a simple plain black one
with flowers
balance.
You loved how it looks
You hugged it
and it became the epitome of you
free-spirited
.
.
.
under you was mother's evergreen hand
full of life
that smelled like honey and roses
you felt at peace
safe
comforted
and lovely
lovely like the sun that seeks to cover you
with its radiation of liveliness
The warmth made
you giggled
and twirled with no direction
nowhere to go to
but somewhere to belong
.
.
.
in the fields of flowers
your dress was made to flow like the water
your skin was dancing with the colors of the wind
around you were many
yet nobodies
it was just you and yourself
you twirled with a hum
you imagined yourself to be in a ballroom
dancing with your prince charming
long black hair
handsome eyes of coffee
love that did not feel like no other
.
.
.
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you turned around again to see her
the cold aura soon froze you
the dress you had were covered with
a shirt
You didn't like it
it wasn't
nor
was ever right to wear
your free soul weaken a bit
you ponder what wrong
why
the cold eyes only spoke
you were shocked
you didn't have the maturity to understand
the truth
but you could only grasp hows wrongful
and dirty
dirty, full of mud and shit
to think you would dance in that way
to think you would act that way for another
as you expressed
it was between you and yourself
nobody
nobody ever
the grass never felt this dirter
it tainted you with shame
it wasn't you
wasn't ever
but how?
- How did it become
YOU ARE READING
To: Her
Ngẫu nhiênWhen the time comes and the skin of your spirit grows frail You will find a little soul guiding you to the time that started it all
