"It wasn't the fact that she was invisible. Because trust me, she wasn't. She was at every street corner, every chance encounter you could imagine in every nook and cranny of your brain, and the grocery store. She was the girl that people always saw but could never understand. Nothing short of foggy docks and piercing lighthouses, she was a muffled siren flashing past. Sometimes it felt like it was moving too fast. Blurry vision from morning light coming through, and red eyes from dusk sea salt across the water. If it were one of those movies, it'd be the romantic story. The romantic girl and the romantic hero. They'd dance in the middle of the street to a silent tune only they could hear, moving in 3-4 time. Never moving too fast. She was much like the turn of the season in that way. You never really noticed it until it was gone. "
-A California that didn't feel like Home (no-exit-signs)
(c.d.)
YOU ARE READING
Craving Love
Поэзия→ it's been occurring to me, that you can't burn the devil. ← ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Please don't take any of my work. All poems belong to me, unless stated otherwise. :)*
