Song: David Archuleta-crush
My mind was clouded
As so, the air
When in the garden I stumbled
Upon master Alistair.
I held back a yelp
I was so surprised.
He has been gone for 4 days,
And left me to deal with his
Trophy bride.
He closed the space between us
Before I could run
He placed his hand around my waist.
A bullet to a gun.
Like a bullet to a gun
This was deadly
But felt right.
He gripped my waist
With all his might.
I felt chills down my spine
As his hands held my -.
Like I was his
And he was mine.
His eyes were screaming
At me to hold him back
I went in for a hug.
He snuggled me tight
And in this moment.
I knew it was right.
His Lip's brushed across mine
My thoughts going mad.
Oh, how I missed him!
"I missed you too Ruth."
I looked deeper in his eyes.
My heart beating fast.
What if it was all lies?
What if he don't like me?
As I like him?
But his wife?!
Oh my.
This feeling I must suffice.
I took a step back
Out of his arms.
For us, being together,
Would bring me harm.
If only he knew
What he did to me
These pass few days
Was pain
The more he was away
The more I wanted him.
I always held my breath
When he look at me
The pain in my heart
Makes me want to flee
For I know he's my missing
Piece. But I also know.
He doesn't belong to me.
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
