She was as beautiful as she was handsome with mysterious eyes hiding behind glasses that framed her pale face in such a perfect way. I loved the way her short hair was brushed back, and strands of blonde peeked through the dark threads woven through her scalp.
I wish I could take the time to count every freckle that dotted her face with such grace as the stars in the sky, but I fear that I would not have enough time left in my life to do so, and I don't know if she would ever let me be so close to her.
We are strangers, but looking at her feels like I could recite every line Shakespeare has ever written about love as if I knew them all, and I wish I could get to know her better so that I may fall for her the way I fall when I trip over my own heart that has been beaten and battered way too many times now.
Could she be the one to break me free from the bonds of this broken heart and broken relationship that I cling on to with the last bit of strength that I have left? Or will she be another name that I write down in this book, having no other meaning than a crush, and only just that.
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I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...