*tap tap tap*
Ughhh. Someone was knocking on my door.
"Come in"
*tap tap*
Wait. Is it my window?
A light beamed in through my window?
"Hey, do you wanna come out?"
What the hell? Who? Is someone on my roof whispering through my window?!
I peered through my window, but from the bottom corner.
Just enough so that I could see who was out there without them noticing me.
I guess i failed, because... well...
"I can see you. come on"
With confidence I stood in front of my window and looked out again.
The light from the torch turned in on itself and there sat the purple haired girl, like a child about to tell a terrible scary story.
But it wasn't scary, because she looked beautiful.
She sat on a roof wearing a black dress and tights.
Completely hidden and kind of a contradiction, considering her hair was practicly glowing in the dark.
She was ethereal.
She was extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world. But dark and deep. Like the bottom of the ocean.
I left with her
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PoetryQuotes, Poems, Thoughts and Ideas Just a story I made up so I can write my own poems about a girl It's not really about the boy The bold writing is things I like. They don't have names because this isn't about anyone and I wanted to leave it open so...
