The Dark Lady

The Dark Lady

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Poetry
Hello readers like I said in my bio I prefer poetry. This piece was written many years ago, so long ago that I can not remember how far back. There is a second part to this poem which is a bit longer. When I first started writing I was very into love and romance but as the years went on I started experimenting with different genres and even different types of love. Needless to say as I continue updating, themes will not be consistent. I welcome criticism, it will help me improve. I ask kindly, that as I go along, my readers will guide me, and let me know which genre I'm best at. Thank you very much for taking the time to give me read. Please enjoy.
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Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

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