She saw love as a savior
From loneliness and fear
She saw love as a home,
A home of those who never rest
No one told her that it’s a trap
When you sow love as something else
Then just a passing feeling.
She wondered what love was in the dark nights
Nights covered in the darkness of painful thoughts.
She searched a meaning in her dusty books
But her library couldn’t give an answer
‘Cause every story ended up with death.
Neither the stars ‘cause they are only memories
And the past didn’t teach her what love is
But what running away is.
Until when... something new appeared
Familiar, hidden in dark skin...
She craved
A dark skin... a sign of passion
And the scheme began.
About the Creator
Iulia Popa
I write non-fiction, fiction, and poetry. I like to capture emotions and explore different sides of the human experience in my writing. For me, writing is a kind of journey—not through countries, but through universes. Follow me to see.
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