I was lounging on the old, beat-up couch in my living room, scrolling through my phone with no real purpose. Then, a notification popped up, breaking the monotony.
_Hey, meet me at the park? Usual spot?_
It was from Sarah, my girlfriend. Well, not exactly my girlfriend, but close enough. We’ve been together for about a year now, and things have been… complicated. But I loved her, in my own twist...
Would you choose me in a room full of everyone you have ever met? I want to say I would, but my soul knows better than to believe I'll ever be the first choice. Even if you're my first choice I won't even be an afterthought in a room like that. So would I choose you? My brain screams no, but the whisper of hope from the part of me I lost so many years ago begs me like I did an eternity ago. Crying...
**I love you, Loving like the moon and stars. I hope you love me too. Always together despite the physical far. Kissing you like the water to the shore. Reflecting your light like the moon to the sun. The muse and the artist **
**I do, was that real. Or just the effects of her own life. Our death of love accompanied with hers. Was this all planned? **
**-Eclipse**
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**I love you too, like a ...
Joanne.. when I hear your name, I feel electric sparks that shock my being. As the sun rises, you sing fine tunes- the world stops in awe. After a day, responsibilities heavy, we share a fleeting glance that we must take refuge in one another. When your eyes meet mine, muscle tenses and a reminder to breathe....
Crunch, crunch, crunch. The sound of the leaves beneath your feet startle you. You walk through the trees to find a castle, sitting on a hill. Beside the hill are mountains. You hear singing from the castle. You start running towards the castle, to see a beautiful princess singing on the window. You hear a soft voice say, “Hello? Are you lost?”
“Yes, I’m looking for my village” you say. Your thi...
The smile disappeared, from her red puckered lips
Her body was perfect, holster hitched at her hips
Her target was obviously, a lost forgotten lover
She stayed hidden, like a detective under cover
She grins as she sips, her tasty glass of red wine
He should be arriving, by now watching the time
The creaking of the painted, flower covered gate
Reminds me that time is moving, not to be late
Th...
Wren has come to hate this. Soulmates shouldn’t exist, she decides.
She eyes her phone, picking it up and going to a contact that is labeled “Annie.” Her finger hovers over the fake name but lets her phone slip from her grip for the fifth time in the past fifteen minutes.
Greta and Bell are at school, so now would be an ideal time.
“You need to do this,” she whispers to herself. It doesn’t m...
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