Her.
She's my other half. The perfect piece of life's puzzle for me. I would do anything for her.
Every time I close my eyes, I see her.
In the light, her skin was pale, her eyes blooming a beautiful mix of green and blue, but when she was hidden in the shadows, her skin became a crisp tan with dark pits of brown as her irises.
Freckles.
I always loved her freckles. She is an utter mess of grace and beauty with tussled raven hair. She is radiant. She is the sun. She is the physical embodiment of home.
She was mine..
Was.
Such a painful word for a broken person to say.
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But the season can change a person.
It changed her..
Winter- the snow fell on the heavenly earth where which she stood at, her beaming eyes twirling around at the scene in front of us. Our first christmas together. It was filled with warmth and laughter, the smell of her making cocoa and backing cookies in the kitchen, covered with flour. On the coldest nights, she would light a fireplace in the dim bedroom and we laid there, clinging onto each other for warmth and telling stories about our silly childhood while sneaking kisses between breaks.
Spring- the blue skies opened and rain began to fall. She was sitting at the flower patch, smiling bright as the sun, the drizzle of the rain droplets on her face. The day was filled with giggles and cheers for the first day of spring, picking flowers and her mind is full of gardens and it bloom with thoughts.
Summer - the halo of the summer loving. She's the girl ablaze; her kiss burns like whiskey, the drink you tasted on the a late Saturday night. Her touch trails fire, her eyes burn brighter than city light we drove under for our late night drives, skinny dipping at midnight along with the mystery makeouts in the backseats. The overheard 2 am argument followed into door slams and a sobbing girl by the corner, wondering if she just lost the love of her life. It's filled with ups and downs, heartbreak and new loving from the summer.
Autumn- the weather gets cold again and so does her soul..
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the art of loving her | completed
Şiir❝ Cold bones, yeah that's my love She hides away, like a ghost Does she know that we bleed the same? ❞ ••• A story about a girl who lost her love at a young age. Now lost and depressed, she goes on with her life, memories, and flashbacks of when her...
