hello guys this is a book I am writing with a friend, with time I will reveal his identity, let’s make him anonymous for now💖👌
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THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF I
Standing on this hill
Avalanches of emotions
Brewing in me like a lost soul on Armageddon
But aren’t we lost, aren’t we all in love
Dreaming of a lover that is all but in reach
Millenniums of coiling up in my bed alone
Stomach knotting and fingers in a fist
Cursing the very existence of distance and time
Twirling my tongue and shoving it back in its prison to choke the voice in my head that says he might not exist
How did we even meet?
Shall you hear a story of the most imprudent of love stories?
On the day the sun kissed the sea, and I on the edge of Aranol contemplating jumping into oblivion
Or staying in the bitter sweet solace of solitude
I saw a twinkle down in the sea, and staring back at me with rigid piercing eyes and clusters of ginger red hair, a boy? No! A man!
He took a bow and stretched forth his hand, still in shock that the waves of water didn’t seem to respect nature and show my reflection
I withdrew, muttered a word and holding my skirts left and right, took a gentle bow myself
Now you see I could have ran away, back to my solitude, comfortable in the mystery of I did never know
But there was something in the way he stood that commanded authority and I definitely didn’t want to be a prude
I stretched forth my hand, knowing very well, I was reaching out to touch mere sea
Moving with his speed, like one who has been cast under a spell in a dream
I touched on what was supposed to be not me but real
He smiled, teasing at my confusion, and boy did that heart melt, mine I mean
As the water tumbled and swirled, trying to regain consciousness of itself
I saw what was orange, change into a brunette
It was me staring back at me
My lover was gone
And this was our first meeting
The Girl Who Cried Wolf!
Day by day I sit and stare,
into space and into nothingness
Day by day I wish you were here,
here to stay with just me and no one else,
I watch the shift in the tides as it graces and overwhelms the sea shores,
As I await for you to grace and overwhelm me so in all your perfection and your flaws,
As I watch and listen from my fortress of solitude,
As I hang onto the fabrics of hope with an insane attitude,
The ground is wet for I had not patched the leak in my roof,
From whence I stood to watch above the hills for my lonely wolf,
There is a howl in the far distance of one without a pack,
I smell the salted air filled with the tears of a lonely soul leaving its mark,
What often was thought, but never so well expressed,
What often was felt, but a tad bit too depressed,
Too lonely to feel,
Too far off to see,
Tis but a quick sand, sinking deeper still,
I loose myself and i never truly heal,
The feeling lingers on as my skin turns pale,
I am slowly drowning in the very same air i used to inhale.
Now everything is toxic because the clouds in my eyes hold no more rain,
I waited for eternity and all I could hear was the faint whispers of my name,
Floating in the wind carelessly,
I thought you would come to our sacred place oh careless me!
I waited for you who would make me whole,
as ragnarok swelled below,
With reckless abandon I gazed into thin air,
As if to pull out a figment of my imagination so dear.
Alas its puffs as smoke engulfs my face,
The memory burns in my mind with exotic taste,
There’s pitty patty sounds as rain meets ground in a fierce battle,
Tis daybreak the sun just came up as I looked through my window.
A dream maybe? Or a memory of another life?
Perhaps a premonition of a golden wife..
InkHeart 