There was this moment,corrupted,drowned by that feeling of sadness gone,making your thoughts shrink and your not sad for you've eaten all your anger,and so made me do dirty laundry then when I found this on my sister's pocket,it read;
I stare at her
While she walks
Careful measured steps
I always see her
When she laughs
Then faces high the sky
Not forgetting that
Ponytail as she runs
Her craziness kill
She dances to music
I wonder about her eyes
That shine like stars
Though they fade behind
Those dark lenses
I always find remedy
When I see her smile
I'm so flattered by her
She lacks flaws I think
I still find her pretty
Even when she runs mad
A child some consider her
But I see maturity in her
Something that shrink me
Is the jealousy I find
As she walks with her brother
And what still kills me
Is how I've sank down
Drowned in my love for her.
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B3🥰
Surprised how it got there,well folded,neatly written,I had to re-read it , not once,not twice just some fucking times that I didn't have to look for it the moment I felt I should share it,for hell knew that once she knew this it'll be torn apart for rare ladies keep such for reference .
And so today she called,broken,agony in that crying voice,it sounded more of a suicidal call for it all headed to I ran out of time ,painful words overflowed her mouth and you won't get them for they faded out as she would constantly blew her nose and swallowed her might to talk.
She kept cursing herself giving various thoughts about how miserable she has to be,hating her existence in the vicinity and wished that if and only if mother miscarried this won't have happened,and was mad on how men felt more superior for the fact that they had three legs,she wanted to die.
But I felt hurt,I got mad by this ,why should she a beauty clamour ,a sunshine,that girl who has a magical simplicity in her walk,get depressed over beings that know not rare pearls are less in the universe and some died waiting for it's birth.
She had to know that Hunter's moon shown tonight,a past would die in the space,she could freeze the moment just to note that her careless beauty used to sing ,and her eyes could pierce the air,since love was just a game since some were better in it she only had to be afraid to let in.
And so she knows she lives greatly,risks greatly we will also die for people in pain do painful things and if she closes her heart she'll act in less than loving ways but I made aware that no tough guy can take the dew when she awakens to smell the rose garden for I'm aware she's still the fairest of them all.
