Tuesday 2 June 2015

Dark Love

“The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.” ― Marilyn Monroe


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She once knew a man who would treat her like a princess
Sometimes she wondered why he had never found his princess
She was not his princess and they accepted it well

Perhaps it was his dark past
Perhaps it was him being mysterious

There were lots of 'perhaps' when being with him
And she wished that tings would be much more easier for her - lesser 'perhaps'

He knew what he was doing
She knew it ... 
He was imperfect. He was not flawless
But his kindness, his charm, his courage, his way of treating her with respect 
He was never selfish - he wanted to please her
These made her thought for a while

Where could his princess be?
Definitely not me, she whispered
She was quite certain about it ... or perhaps not

It was a pity ... Indeed it was a loss
Perhaps he has one or used to
She had one but that's history

Focus...
He made her heart beat twice faster
She knew it all along
Perhaps he knew it too
She was not fooling around
She just wanted to get the affection she missed out 

It would be awkward 
But who cares?
People might find out
But who cares?
It might ruin her
But who cares?

She cares...
She does care...
And that would be her biggest mistake.

The spark between them was too strong
Oh it was very strong indeed
Very very strong - I can assure you
Because, if it was not strong, her pillows would not be soaked in tears.

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She wanted to run ... she wanted to leave

She needed the comfort ... assurance that everything would be fine
That was all she needed. For now. 





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