To The Beautiful Stranger

To The Beautiful Stranger

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The Journey of a Winter Star: To The Beautiful Stranger poem series A poem series written for someone I like hoping that one day he will able to decode the meaning and the feelings behind this masterpiece. a vision of love. a beautiful stranger. a tale until another lifetime a chance to defy gravity. a prayer. a poem series written for a masterpiece. a song that will define who he loves. a heart waiting for its half. this is her story. started in a spring song. separated by time. joined by one lifetime. share with her this one of kind tale of love. and this is my journey. The journey of a winter star This poem series will be published under my other pen name M.Hempstead @yulehempstead Please don't forget to VOTE or leave a COMMENT. Thank you so much. :)
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~Her words were my poison. I used them to consume myself. Disturbingly honest. Painfully strained. Carefully penned down. Dangerously addictive.~ A journal that landed in the right hands and told a whole story with words, no lips could speak. Two people bound by the pages of a book that tore their souls apart. He found it lying around and wondered what could go wrong. He didn't recognise the handwriting but he knew he instantly fell in love with it. Then it began. The assault of words on his life. He couldn't believe a word she wrote but somehow he did. He knew more about her than anyone else but he knew so little about who she was... It was maddening. How someone could have such an impact on you without having a single conversation with you. Her precious words tortured his existence, they drowned him in misery, created a black hole of words around him, gave him everything he needed to live. Made him fall in love. Gave him a world of his own. Made him believe in rainbows, unicorns, coffee, the basis of happiness, the meaning of every sunrise, the mystery of every deep ocean, she made him human. He knew he had to find her. He had to find out who she was. He had given him all the clues he needed but none of them were enough to prepare him for who she was. But sometimes... The journey is more important than the destination. Sometimes, the journey is the destination. A book full of stolen pages and a boy full of curiosity. This was how he let her shape his story. __________________ Description inside. Italics = Journal entry. 500 word chapters. Okay, so I don't know if you want to read it yet but it would mean the world to me if you could give it a shot.

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