He met her on September 17th. The first thing he ever said to her was that her smile made him feel like he was in a dream. He knew the moment he met her. Anyone would fall in love with her if they too met her stranded on a rooftop with a crest lit moon. Her hair falls just beneath her shoulder. And her willing to trust almost always ends her up in trouble. But he knew the moment he met her. As if his whole life lead up to that mere second. He didn't believe in God, but he was thanking something for putting that girl in front of him. She worried if he was just another lesson. He walked her home that night and their laughter filled the empty streets and made the street lights flicker. He knew the moment he met her. She knew months later. She needed to let the waves consume her. She didn't drown she slowly floated out. I didn't believe in, just knowing. But when you watch them look at each other, you would think they were made for each other. You would think someone put them here for each other.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
