Christmas morning
Rushing down the stairs
A puppy waited beneath
Ears poked up to the ceiling
The girl tripped on the dogs toy
She slid to the bottom
The sound it made when she fell
Reminded people of the sounds of gunshots
A shootout
Full of people around
The sound her bones made when she finally landed was a sharp 'pop'
A sound that some could've sworn was from a toaster
A man with an accent was waiting below
He fixed her wounds, and became a hero
He asked her out a few months later
Offered to take her out for a burger, although he knew she didn't eat meat
She shockingly agreed
Just for him
Only for him
All for him
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A Collection of Thoughts
कविताJust a book of poetry. Nothing special. (You can request subjects for me to write about, just comment or DM me)
