As many uneventful and dull days pass
my nerves start to strike with delight
As I see the most preprocessing creature
Walking blindly on the open ground
His eyes shimmered with a warm glow
Even if they were as dark as the midnight skies.
Fair skin glistening heavily
Draining me from the magnificent sight
While he cautiously caresses my soft hands
Whispering sweet nothing's in each ear.
Soon he let's go of my delicate hands
Taking a deep breathe before wounding me once again
Just the simplest words made me feel absolutely damaged
Like when a puppeteer breaks his puppets limbs from his torso.
For the first time in my life I couldn't say anything, not even a sarcastic retort, but just nothing, complete silence.
I never knew a creature as beautiful as him could bury me underground from nothing but a horrid response.
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