dreamergirl1367
I looked up. The sky was dark with tiny bulbs of light. I put my hand to my head. That pain, that ache, where did it come from? I look around at my surroundings. Dirt. How in the world did I get here?
It's your fault. Why we're like this; why I feel like this. I wish I could let you know how it feels. I wish I could punish you like you punished me, but I love you too much. This pain I feel, no one should feel this. I wish It wasn't like this. I wish you loved me....
As I walk into the darkness, I hesitate. Moans and screams engulf my senses. Fear strangles my throat, tree branches grasp my clothes as I try to run away. "We warned you", the voices said, "you should have listened."
I walk through the alleys after a long day at the bar. Her voice still playing through my mind. Her golden hair falling along her shoulders. Her smile of pearls. I still see the crash. The instant end to it all. The end to our life together.
Truth is in the heart hidden by the inmorality that many of us try to hide. It is what comes out in the most calm of times and is hidden in the most desperate. It is not always valued, but should always be treasured. It is what keeps man sane and moral.
Tall buildings surround me. Their bright eyes staring down upon me, watching my tentative steps. Yellow bugs congest the streets. Where are the stars?
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