My Dearest GoneA Story by Adam Mc
Looking upon the 12th hour, my sanity washes away once again. Her smile, though subtle, can drive an army to madness with love. Her voice, sweeter than a siren's song, can tear a mans heart out, without her lifting a finger. Her hair, flowing with the wind as though she were in water. Her name as sweet as fresh wine and honey, Aphrodite herself shows no comparison to her, for her name truly is Beauty. The midnight air creeps in, and the coolness reminds me, that I shall never hold her in my arms again. Her warmth is now a faded memory, and faded memories are all I have. The midnight air blows gently, and I swing, back and forth, back and forth, breathless.
© 2015 Adam Mc
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Added on August 9, 2015 Last Updated on August 9, 2015 AuthorAdam McPrattville, ALAboutBeen writing since I was 15, I like movies, music, and anything that helps get a better understanding of the universe and its surroundings, and who we are as people. more..Writing
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