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...
For those who've really been in touch with this book, the past part is now first, present afterwards.
Day after day, things got worse, As if they suffered a horrid curse; That's what jealousy does to you, You turn numb thorough and through;
You try becoming a nicer person, Sadly, your decisions remain uncertain; You don't get a starry night to lead your way; Lonely will remain your highway;
You lose your friends, No love anyone sends; And when your heart finally breaks through the frost, You realise the amount of life you've lost;
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We both freeze in each other's arms, Setting off hundreds of mental alarms; An eternity later, she hesitantly pats my back, And we synchronise as if from the same zodiac;
A promise unsaid As eminent as red, Tells me how far I'll get With Scarlet;
When we finally let go of each other, We experience an aura of wonder, Next, neither of us know where to start, So I lead her to my abandoned art;
