He is optimistic and very patient; ever willing to wait for her as she attempts to cease being fixated with the past. It is in her eyes where he saw the vehement gaze of a ravenous soul, making him feel exposed; with her touch where he grew intoxicated, leaving him in the most fragile state; in her arms where he materialized. With her, he feels complete.
My admiration is not blind, only resilient. Memories of your existence haunt me in my wakefulness; pure and weightless thoughts that defy gravity. My mind treads into the vast ground of our past chronicles, leading me to a dream-like stance. You have broken into my heart and vandalized its walls with your name, creating the most beautiful, intangible masterpiece I have ever known. Your voice...
Your kiss ignites the flame that I have long tried to put out. My muscles twitch and quiver as I surrender to your consuming gaze. Adrenaline guides the growing flame and the heat melts the ice within my veins. As we stand in the pouring rain, I can feel the raindrops soothing the burn. Your eyes gaze straight into mine and you discover my deepest secret. Then you walk away.
Secret Admirer: A Stalker with Stationery 3
Rain, I cannot describe how I feel the moment I saw you here in the room. It has been weeks since I last saw you. As what I always do when I sense your presence, I gaze at you deeply, not even caring if anyone else would notice. It feels as if my soul has been revived from an eternal slumber. My heart hastens its beat, and I fear that it requires another chamber for it to operate smoothly. You...
Your eyes are clouded by the visions of the past. You seek to remember, clinging upon the remnants of your delusional conquest. Gradually, you try to trace his footsteps through the rain-kissed pavement, not even realizing that you are throwing yourself into a mental abyss. You think about the pace of his heartbeat; the feel of her jet black hair; the way your fingers automatically fit through...
This will be the last sad song I'll write about...
She was feeling melancholic today; as if all the sadness in the world was passed to her hands. Her friends dismissed it as nothing, offering her a shot of vodka with lime to drown her sorrows with. She declined as usual, saying she left some chores to do at home. Her companions shared a smirk between themselves in response, probably thinking of how innocent she still is. Step by step, she slowly...
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Legato notes in flat are swirling in the air, giving all the listeners a tinge of entertainment. I sit still, feeling my pulse spiked in an erratic, little, presto beat. After four sets of whole rests, you look straight to my eyes, giving a cue to start with my harmony line. I close my eyes in response, trying to feel the connection I have always been yearning for. The next musical phrase goes to...