Her hair flying, dancing, moving as a flame does meeting the night sky.
Her skin is perfect, the thought ran threw my mind.
"She" is perfect, still no fault in sight.
"Will you be mine?" I practice in the mirror wishing my reflection would tell me what to say.
Looking away shaking my head "This is pointless, she wouldn't care if I was dead."
I freeze meeting her gorges eyes as she peaks her head threw the door and with no time she presses her lips to mine whispering her promises of her love in my ear.
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Life's illusions
RandomThis is just a collection of emotions turned to words, weather they are anger, saddness, jealousy, hatred, happiness or even love. Comment to satisfy my curiosity.
