Little girl once so naive isn't so naive anymore, she can tell the signs like a hunter, track them for miles, yet she is so confused. A skilled hunter as herself shouldn't be so lost. She couldn't shoot, she was paralyzed because he was so different, it felt wrong, such purity, yet none at all. She saw herself, but also another, he was a bright soul with dark undertones, one who could see straight through you, see straight through a mask and rarely wore one himself. He is a full moon, yet he is the sun, he is the person she wanted to be. He is a drifter, but lost he is not, he is an array of colors, a rainbow you could say, yet as dull and dark as death. He could turn a fraction of a moment into a masterpiece. She was struck in awe, tables had turned, the hunted now hunted the hunter, he would ignite her flame of curiosity, then leave her aloof to Sagitarius' arrow sticking out of her back, too busy feeling abandoned, she wouldn't even know the arrow was there until she bled out, Aquarius' air carrying her through the sea of sea foam green, the color of his eyes, the eyes she gets lost in.
~RSB
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Poetry by RSB
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written, I have depression and PTSD so I apologize if it's too gloomy for your taste.
