A poem was left for me, by a stranger. With these words a note: 'you remind me of her.' Nothing else, nothing left.
He aproaches carefully,
There's not one reason for him to rush
Specially not towards the one
Who - in a heartbeat - could
Represent both
Life and death,
Be his ruin
Or his way out
Of this sort of mess
He's created for
himself.
The long, wild and fearless curls covering her shoulder...
He wants to run his fingers
Through them,
Bury his nose
In the nest of them
He wants to go beyond just
Dreaming,
There's nothing but
Desire
And consequences
Hovering above his head
There's nothing but passion
Permanently damaging the tissues
That hold his heart
Together...
His mind knows too much
He wishes
He knew nothing
So her eyes were all
He would learn
To know
From now on.
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