The girl slumps against the bench and watches her legs swing, ignoring the loud noise of the traffic and the heartbeat in her chest. The boy her heart beats for sits next to her, still and steady.
She wonders for a moment if he ever feels the same for her.
"A mystery takes an extra time to unriddle," she says after pausing from their conversation for a while. She had a temporary mind-block- or was she simply at loss at the sight of his beauty?
She doesn't look but she knows he looks puzzled- hair dancing in the cool, spring zephyr, heart inaudible. "So are you a mystery, then?" He asks in a gentle voice in reply. His words almost vanished into the air.
"No," she shakes her head, slightly taken aback, but manages to boldly look at him now; the boy her heart beats for. "You just haven't found me yet."
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[05/03/17]
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
