I can't think straight when I'm with you. And now you are here, there's no thoughts crossing my mind, I can only pay attention in how beautiful you look at the moonlight.
Your hair, falling freely over your shoulders, the curls curving like the waves of the sea. I've lost how many times I drowned into this.
Your eyes, shining like a star, staring at me, drive me crazy. Like Capitu's, hypnotize me, I've always felt lost with those hangover eyes looking at me.
Your mouth, open like you are trying to say something to me. I know you need to say goodbye but, like Carmilla said to Laura: "it is very hard to part with you".
You are in front of me with your arms around me, giving me a hug full of the most genuine pain, and now the curls of your hair tickle my ears, your bright eyes are crying in my shoulder and your mouth is busy sobbing.
You look at me one last time, these hangover eyes are now shining because of the tears, your mouth touches mine softly and I know it is a goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Some Prose & Poetry
PoetryP R O S E /prōz/ noun 1. written or spoken language in its ordinary form, without metrical structure. P O E T R Y /ˈpōətrē/ noun 1. literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive s...
