Even if you told me not to look, I still would have . Although it hurt, I
continued in denial of the stinging inside my brain, telling me to
look, look at the facts. The way my heart skips a beat but my mind screams
in his presence. Telling me to run, hide, love like this is blind. It appeared
promising and all I wanted to do was stare into his lume. You must make a
safeguard my mind kept enforcing, and escape before it’s too late.
Enough! Our love faded away, like being forced out of a dream.
About the Creator
G. Ali
I'm an Artist, Nanny, and Avid Reader. Writing is therapy.
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