I literally just thought of this...
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Something about her changed that night.
Her eyes went from twinkling fireflies to flashing headlights.
It was scary.
But something else became different.
She didn't want to admit it, though.
We had spent the moonlight smiling at each other under the guidance of the stars.
But when he came and brushed her hair,
Grasped her hand and stared,
I heard her heartbeat flutter.
Her smile grow wider.
And her eyes,
Her dark, inky, stunning eyes,
Grew warmer in the hum of the night.
And before I could whisper the words,
Break the silence that was oh so perfect,
And hold out my heart to her,
She was gone.
Without a breath of worry,
A flutter of sorry,
She was gone.
And I made sure she knew about the ring that was waiting patiently in my pocket.
Perfection will never last.
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Fin.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology 🫶💖
AI is not art.
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
By Lana V Lynx7 days ago in FYI
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This was so brilliant! Such a wonderful poem!