She was exquisite. A rare and beautiful floret with a scent that left you love sick. Her hair fell passed her shoulders in a dark stream of perfection and grace while her feet never disturbed the ground beneath them. Her eyes were crowded with wisdom, her mind was deep in thought, and her soul was as pure as gold. Her beauty seemed to call for you and you only; she always extended her hand as if she was silently asking you to gently grasp it and follow her into the world she lived in but, as you knew, the instant one hand grazed the other, she will be blown away like dust and become the nothingness you've only imagined in nightmares.
So, you just watch; and surprisingly, you're more than fine with that because the only places her beauty exists is in your mind and on her skin.
YOU ARE READING
The Sweetest of Melodies
RandomA collection of short stories, poems, and everything in between. Enjoy! New stuff will be posted all the time :) - J.B. Clemons First part published 7/12/18
