She ripped her skin,
She tasted her anger.
Nevertheless;
She always enjoyed the sound of the adrenaline rushing through her bloodstream
She absolutely loved fairytales
But she loved life a little more.
She was dreaming;
Dreaming of beauty to finally come and cross her paths.
She was a dreamer;
But ironically enough,
She was the one who granted them the finest perfume and the most delicate lace.
She loved fairytales so much,
she became one.
She believed that she lacked beauty
She believed that she couldn't do anything
But she also believed things that would never describe her.
She spit tunes and folktale rhythms
She sang the most silent of symphonies
She shed tears from the dark;
She shed tears from the dark.
Who would've thought that someone so utterly breathtaking can be stuck in the smallest bubble?
She thought that she was hopeless
But she also thought that she was happy
No one would ever know the truth;
or what's lurking in the corners of her rather diverse mind.
But she'll never know that I was jealous
Jealous of the way that her thick, textured hair mesmerized my eyes
Jealous of the way that her eyes made me think of cherries,
dark red cherries.
She makes me think of beautiful metaphors
Metaphors that make me sleep at night,
Metaphors that keep me alive.
Little did she know that I found a heart in her.
I found a heart,
I found her,
She was a heart.
I put a small piece of her on my beating heart
It turns out
I had her heart
But the times I question why she looked at me so foreignly
It was because she knew I had something that didn't belong to me
I cried; but passionately
Because I had her heart
But
I didn't have mine.
{Thank you so much for reading Mellifluous Murmurs. I have revealed to you bits of my heart in this book. Thank you for accepting the dark parts, the painful pieces, and the happy endings.}
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