We began on a whim,
a single moment in time
when my lonely met your desire.
I was not looking for love,
but lust has a funny way of transforming
into unexpected stories with an advancing plot.
The details of your book
made their way into my heart,
spreading themselves onto the blank pages in my mind.
The emotions grew through me
like a disease, tumors in my being.
My attraction was lethal,
the holes left me spilling affection
onto your blank canvas.
I was not looking for love
and I guess you weren’t either.
These "Would You Rathers" are small, but they're meant to start debates. Debates, not arguments! Anyways, here's the first one: "In a mystery novel, would you rather have a friend by your side helping you while risking his/her own life... ...or would you rather have your friend safe at home counting on you to solve the mystery and come out safely?"
This is so pretty. :)
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