Her eyes wasn't full of promises, they were made of promises,
promises that held such intensity that he couldn't help but dedicate himself to discover what the source of such intensity was,
sometimes he even dared to hope it was him who caused her fire.
He wanted to discover and untangle her very being,
something he dreamt of when he couldn't fall asleep.
But most of all,
he desperately wanted her, and only her, to do the same to him.
He wanted her to untangle the mess of broken and torn and used heartstrings that was him.
YOU ARE READING
The lioness
PoetryDon't we all overthink once in a while? I just like to write everything down until I can get my head out of my ass and get to writing real, legit novels. (which I'm actually working on.. Kind of)
