I've heard that dreams could come a reality, and that often it's hard to answer truthfully. All of that was my truthful reality the night I encountered your two magical eyes, it feels to me as if you were hiding in disguise; That would explain why it's impossible to find you again when I search every night in vain.
So I show up at the same spot, in an empty parking lot. Praying to myself that you weren't simply a vision, a fragment of a wild imagination.
My car's engine consults the silence as I sit still, the cold bite of the night assures that in the morning I'll be ill, however, I'll wait for you until all the stars in the night sky come down to greet us on earth. That's my oath.
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Emotional Torture.
PuisiCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
