You hold two hearts, one in each hand.
One reflects that of the beauty every man wishes to hold. She's beautiful with her long blonde hair framing her face and neck like a portrait to behold. The motion of her hips as she walks away is enough to make any man weak in the knees, but she revels in knowing that you want her. The moment you say it is her you crave, she will leave you hungering for her feathery touch along your bare skin. She will become your worst addiction, and you will never truly quit her no matter how hard you may try.
In the other hand lies the patchwork remains of what was once a beautiful daisy. With hair as tangled as her mind, loving her will cause you stress as try to brush ou the knots of her past. She still can capture the attention of a room, but it is her intelligence that keeps them immersed. She will continuously push you away but not because she wants you to leave; she merely is testing to see if you'll stick around.
With one girl, you'll never want to leave the house. The other will make any house feel like home.
The time has come to decide, and the choice is yours.
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What I Once Called Love: The Drafts
PoetryThis is my story, or rather a compilation of stories that spans more than a decade. Each piece is written from a place of truth with the exception of the names mentioned. The book itself will broken into sections, with each representing a different...
