Dreams flow like a river in my mind. They are being torn appart by the claws of the devil.
She is the devil.
It's late in the evening and venom is dripping from her bitter lips along sweet words whispered in my ear.
I beg for mercy and love, but she cannot give it to me. Poison filled her glass heart and I waited for it to burst under the pressure of her pain.
She likes to check mate me in the corner of the kitchen...
She introduces me to the world of jokers...
She likes to play hangman with my feelings...
S? - No, I am not surprised.
A? - No, I am not angry.
D? - No I am not dissapointed...
I am in love.
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In the world where love exists, when you are in love, you don't care if the abused becomes the abuser. You don't care about the perfect, nice boy next door who greets you every morning.
You care about your lover, the star reflecting in your glistening eyes.
You care about their needs and selfish desires.
You care about your Olivia.
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Greetings, love,
I hope this story intrigued your interest. It is a dark story with a sprinkle of poetry on it. Even the characters are infuriating, I promise, it is worth it.
Please be considerative, since this is my first story.
Seraphine Darcy
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RomanceFEAUTURED BY @StoriesUndiscovered, October 2022 Dreams flow like a river in my mind. They are being torn appart by the claws of the devil. She is the devil. It is a late evening and venom is dripping from her bitter lips along sweet words whispered...
