It was a cold morning.
We were sitting on the deck of the boat, as it slowly sailed like a lost fish out of the sea.
As I sipped slowly on my coffee, He suddenly asked me something.
"Truth?... or dare?"
I just smiled and shook my head.
"You haven't even asked it correct.
It's 'tell me a truth, and I dare you to speak it.'
A magician is buried with all his secrets, didn't you know that?"
I looked directly into his endless sky blue eyes.
"And I have stolen your heart in a poof." I put a hand on his beating, breathing, alive, heart.
"But maybe, you just stole my heart and threw it in your treasures, like a magician, keeping it to surprise your other guests.
Because, just maybe, you didn't even care, and I was the crowd... mesmerized by your tricks."
A/N: I am feeling so sick today... I felt so dizzy at school. 😥😥😷😷
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The Ink Of Hearts.
PoesiaA book composed of poetry, emotions, broken hearts and hope. "My heart drips ink on my carving stones." •°•°•°•Highest ranking uptill now: #11 in poem•°•°•°• This book is copyrighted under wattpad and no copying is allowed without the consent of the...
