I wonder how she made both me and you?
Did her hands carve our souls in the same way?
They inscribed our names upon the knowing
Stars. They infused our hearts with a sparkle
An intricate device binding our paths.
The paths intervened with our lives, twisting
And swivelling, creating our impending
Love, our intertwining hands held so strong.
It was always foreseen, a powerful
Inscription, one she marked, with the ink bleed
Destines futures. Or maybe she stitched our
Hearts? Using the same crimson red soft thread.
However, we were made I testify
Our love was made to last until we die.
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Lauren Jane R
Five years until thirty, passionate about whimsical tales.
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The Special
The rain pelted the window as Sarah wiped the smudged coral lipstick from her chin and swigged more wine. She was in her underwear after an argument with the "effing" wardrobe. The clothes rebelled and took it upon themselves to be horrendously displeasing right before the date. She was wearing Hello Kitty briefs, which no man would ever see. She liked to think she had self-control but a failsafe was necessary. She fumbled frantically around a scabby handbag. A slightly smooched cigarette emerged that had probably been festering in there since 2014. She lit it with the bubble-gum scented candle on the dresser, as lighters were lost to time and many pub smoking areas. In a buzzed nicotine haze, she decided to wear a glittery silver dress and matching heels. It wasn't love at first sight but she didn’t want to rip it off and cry, a significant improvement from the last five outfits the mirror had seen. She grabbed a clean pair of knickers in case her failsafe failed, lipstick, a year-old toothbrush, an umbrella, and keys and clomped out the door. The restaurant was five minutes away but Sarah had never heard of it. It was empty, aligned with plastic tables and chairs, each tablecloth decorated with different farmyard animals. He was sat at the giddy goats, wearing an elegant lilac suit and a cheeky smile. The choice of location should have been odd but she was happy with anything, as long as the food was free, for her.
By Lauren Jane R10 months ago in Humor
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