The sillhouettes that formed on the coarse brick wall as the sun shone, casting it's warm light on your sweet, haunting face.
As you moved, your sillhouette moved along with you in harmony, dancing along with your body, and immitating your every move.
For a moment I thought if I could make the sillhouette stay forever, but it would never, your sillhouette moved along with you, it moved along recklessly as it crossed the border of the coarse brick wall, and as you stood there, there was no more light, no more shadow casted on the wall, it was just you.
Standing there, playing with your messy curls, the sun's light dimmed and dimmed till it no longer shone, your face was a tender dark wood, you smiled at me a cheesy smile, and then the moon's soft pale light fell on your face, illuminating every little detail about you.
I turned around and faced the moon, and let the soft light be casted upon my face too.
I felt my heart growing heavy.
I turned around, and there was no sillhouette, there was no you.
It was only my shadow casted on the wall, the air grew cold and full of melancholy.
I closed my eyes and the tears streamed down my cheeks as I realize it has all been nothing but a dream.
You were never there.
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Rosētum
PoetryHere lie the roses, the roses that are the foundation of my rose garden, pluck them gingerly, here lie the roses that grew full of toxins and purity. Here lies my heart, My Rosetūm. All pictures in the story are mine!
