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m a y b e...
if i scream
             loud
      enough...
you won't hear
my heart
breaking
fathering an orphaned reputation
egos flash by, headlights glimmer
long legs of women, stretching across sidewalk
children swarming the elderly, beating until blood splatter
what a wasteland, my home
what a life, mine fleeting
I lay awake tonight,
sleep departs from my weary soul.
It might be the effect of the caffeine i took this afternoon..
Or the moon in it's full bloom.
But i think it's something more.
Something more alive.
A reason with no explanation.
I think...
I think it's her...

The way she walked elegantly towards me, holding the tray of my order.
    I saw flashes of the future;
a bride of mine,walking down an aisle


the way her scent-a mixture of vanilla and rose-caught inside my lungs when she got so close..
  it felt like every  breath i have is branded and exclusively for her

the way she smiled and the way her voice sounded when she asked "do you need anything else?"
    like the melody of a violin to the tune of Franz Schubert's Ave Maria
So gentle and calm and warm

And the way I was hypnotized or crazy enough to respond...
  You .
I need you in my life .
Will you marry me .
Draft.
I really wanted to write a short story and i do not know how to start. lol
And I don't even know if this is what a man really feels when he's inlove. I just wrote this after hearing FS' Ave Maria today on my way to work..
Suggestions anyone? :)
I'm drowning in a sky that's meant to be flown
Love hurts

Copyright © Virginia Steindl
Too
It's hard to stop
loving
the things that
hurt you,
especially when
they're hurting
too.
The world is obsessed with forced positivity
and everyone is afraid to feel anything else
for fear that their emotions are wrong,
invalid,
unjustified,
because you're not allowed to feel
anything but
happy
Happiness isn't the end game of life
.
~~
So when in the sky
see other pale shades spread
looking for the hue changes
hoped to dream

This desert is echoed with known mystic tunes
in a moment of extreme imagination,
the sound of rain drops

wanted to get more,
created a stir
at the far way there is a gap extended

A distinct curve in the road,
rolls along with an array,
appear thousands of red Flamboyant
where you are standing in the ashes of my idols
~~
..
@Musfiq us shaleheen
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