Completed. Poetry. Short story.
Amber was one of the best fine artists in town. Blessed with intelligence, she knew how to make the best use of her talent. Everybody loved her, her and her paintings.
When she was so perfect with her work, praises di...
The days which followed were void of any peace, My stress and pain did not decrease; Ialso realised what virtues my fans were made of, From this fight of mine, they entirely backed off;
This churning inside me Couldn't let me just be; I repeatedly saw those scenes unfold In which, good words Scarlet told;
She knew how immature I was She just overlooked all my flaws, These exactly speared my heart where I could see, Not blood, but jealousy tainted me.
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Do you know that feeling you get? When with your fingers you fret, And bile raised up your throat And up, all sourness does float;
My impulses take over my each control; Years of sleepless nights crash on my soul; Every atom of my being picks up pace; I, possessed, shut the door on Scarlet's face;
How dare she could show me her face! She has tarnished my living space! But I remember how I've stopped living long ago, So my door opens, and an infuriated face does show.
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Not blowing my own trumpet, but I really liked the last line in past. You did so, too?
Dedicated to rebel_heart07 'cause she's babe.And I had already decided to dedicate this chapter to her, but hadn't finished writing it.
And it's her birthday today.
AUGUST ROCKS!!!
HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY, BABE!!!!!!!!!
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