Sta.sh
dream girl,
by ~moejoonce upon a time;
i was down and out
(as
always)
and the night was swiftly turning to dawn
i was staring out of my window on the
5th floor
into an apartment 30 feet away
which was occupied by a
stunning brunette
she was in the kitchen
tugging her boy towards
her
kissing him with lips so perfectly immaculate with such
ferocity
as if it was the sky trembling at rage of the old gods of asgard during
ragnork.
this went
on
and
on
for a year
or two
i memorized every single
blouse
dress
tee
she wore and
every single shade
she wore them in
and
how each garment
loosely
fit
(espically that blue stripped sweat shirt)
drooping as if it could no longer muster
the will
to contain such
wonder
exposing her sunkissed shoulders
or
how they just served to fill a frame more
exquisite
than anything you could
possibly
imagine
and the way
the cheap yellow bulb simply added
fire
to the tips of her
long
flowing
mane
this went
on
and
on
for a year
or two
each night
the same heaven
shaking
kiss
always the same
boy and
always in the
kitchen
with
the cheap yellow bulb simply adding
fire
to the tips of her
long
flowing
mane
i swear;
i cannot
recall
being in such a
state of privation:
wanting to kiss
anyone
with such equal fervence
as i have wished
to
kiss
her
and
to
kiss
you
--
" Too much symbolism annihilates the sublimated form, therefore no one mentions swans anymore."
-Noah Eli Gordon
Beautiful..
I always appreciate when people take time to arrange their words to fit their writings..
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~Fishy <3
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