Mystic
A fluttering heart rises, they skim the insides off. A flashing flame piques his arched brow. Sweat beads on his upper lip. They were round and soft and tainted. She hated how they taunted her, how his lips made her forget everything that ever was.
It was one thing to fall completely for someone you know you are absolutely wrong for. She is an absolute. A person absorbed in passion and he is a guy.
It was another thing entirely to believe that he would change who he was for her. You can't love a person into existence.
She seeks his devotion, craves unity, surrenders her being for someone who's just along for the ride.
Nothing last forever but how do you know if you don't try?
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
