She was young, wild
And not so free
Pale skinned, heart of steel
With hair just below her nape
Which everyone had thought
She was just another girl with a common fate
Little did they know...
Small clothes hugging her tight
Caressing her in every move
Making her wish it was him
His touch, his warmth, his skin
Oh how she misses him so much!
The way his eyes stare into her soul.
Those eyes that she sees in her sleep
The way his strong jaw tenses, whenever he spills
His hidden well of emotions.
The way his lips arch up on the side
Whenever a naughty thought crosses
His deep, dark beautiful mind
Oh his lips...
How she longs to soothe their ache.
He who she does not know thy name!
He who haunts her at dreams at night
He who she cannot forget
He who she just met at the shop
Shared the craziest secrets
Yet feels like the truest of talks
Why does she see herself in his every word?
Why does he mimic her deepest beliefs?
Does fate play conspiracies?
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The T.S. Diaries
FantasyWhat happens to a love so strong when the other one dies? Where does our soul go after death? I want to make this novel different from others by making it a poetic-prose form. Its a book where the chapters are retold in poetry I will be posting new...
