When I met him it was no nice to be able to find someone like me, although we looked nothing alike we shared a soul.
Brain at war with the body.
Although we came from different places, cultures, lives. We are the same.
His hair so beautiful, dark as coal but glittered shades of brown in the light.
Eyes that matched the blackest of nights. Shy yet proud.
He had no idea I had a crush on him, completely blind to my feelings due to his own walled heart.
Going back in time to the age of swords, we held hands as he guided me while my vision dark. Waxed our hands to the colors of blue, pink, and white. Forever engraved in the carved figure. Watching the shows of the firebreathers, they called out to us o' dragon lovers...But alas no clue entered your mind of the horned beast sitting beside you. Night entered the room as the smell of sage burned, I sat beside you smiling ear to ear
That night begun our relationship that I hope will last years.
4/18/21
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The Fool
PoetryShort stories of my short escaping memories. I have extreme memory issues due to trauma, memories seem to come and go within seconds. This feels like my only way to remember. To hold on. To keep all the bad locked in.
