A cascading waterfall, pure Irish red covering secrets and mysteries I yearned to uncover.
Down the path like a mountain sprite, my heart beat faster, not for the length of the journey, but for the excitement she created. That she had looked at me, smiled at me, let me into her soul, was more than I ever allowed myself to hope for. Still there it was, the look that told me she had an interest in me. I let my imagination run across the wild landscape taking me further and further away from the safety of the shores I knew. I had no regrets handing her half the heart that thumped only for her. Now she flitted away. I've no interest in the half a heart that got away for I know that love is now beyond me in whatever misty vales she has taken her fairylike presence. I am left holding my breath hoping to die.
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Dr. West
11/19/2014 09:31:23 pm
I absolutely love this poem, it really is haunting but so true.
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