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a bright summer's day;
there's something about the yellow of the sunlight and how it soaks through your hair, turning it golden, that makes his heart blossom. sometimes he wishes he could look at you like a normal person does, so his heart doesn't falter like it does, and he'd be spared the trouble of restarting it. bet you didn't know that, did you? the quiet laughs always present on your voice never ceases to makes his lips curve up ever so slightly, but when you hold him still with your eyes and tilt your head, yellow-golden hair falling to one side, he's mesmerized by the sight in front of him.
and you are, too.
there's something about the yellow of the sunlight and how it soaks through your hair, turning it golden, that makes his heart blossom. sometimes he wishes he could look at you like a normal person does, so his heart doesn't falter like it does, and he'd be spared the trouble of restarting it. bet you didn't know that, did you? the quiet laughs always present on your voice never ceases to makes his lips curve up ever so slightly, but when you hold him still with your eyes and tilt your head, yellow-golden hair falling to one side, he's mesmerized by the sight in front of him.
and you are, too.
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truth number 128:
we're not the fairy-tale that stops at happily-ever-after. no, we're the one
that ended with: you're nothing but a liarliarliar who shattered my heart.
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Flight 147
Falling asleep on a flight back to Detroit, the world looks it's best at thirty thousand feet. From here, I can see the curve of the earth, the delicate lace line where ocean meets air, where the sun sets me on fire and for once I am not afraid to burn. The cold eyes of the river creeping through the darkness make their way to the horizon line and I am climbing through charcoal clouds to the top of the world. And when the sun finally falls, I'll be holding it's hand.
I am moving faster than I can fathom, sitting so still that only my heartbeat quivers my body and only pain lights my eyes, and I am wrapped in her clothing as the man across th
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juxtaposed collisions
Gravity says
we can't be in love
Because
like begets like, and
We only attract
so long as we're
together.
Maybe one day I'll be your other
focal point
and you can wobblespin around me,
pirouetting ellipses in my celestial
dysfunction;
Maybe one day
when your aphelion reminds you
that you're cold without my
tilted, toxic axis against you;
Maybe one day we'll
collide
and blaze our footprints in
the scattered stardust;
But for now, we're not
burning brightly enough to leave
a trail of glamour
acros
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sometimes a thousand words isn't necessary to portray the beauty that is love.
yes, 115 words. i wanted to have it at a hundred, but i couldn't bear to cut any.
2nd place in
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: if i were to increase/decrease the amount of words, would it affect the piece? or do you think that the length fits the piece?
yes, 115 words. i wanted to have it at a hundred, but i couldn't bear to cut any.
2nd place in
's contest: [link]---
: if i were to increase/decrease the amount of words, would it affect the piece? or do you think that the length fits the piece? © 2010 - 2024 electrickiss
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You captured a moment simply perfectly. I do believe there are certain parts that seem a teeny bit rushed, but that could just be the paragraph construction. I think this is beautiful, however. The words, the attachment, the sun's role, the hint of opulence. All perfect. 