Mystery GirlA Poem by Death StalkerThe branches act like cracks
on the twilight skies. With the sun down under the horizon, I wander the dark forest. I wanders with the black hair of mine over my eyes, dress in black under the darkness. Nature Emo, is my nickname among my "peers." I have wandered in this same forest for years leaving only to go to "educational prison," or school as others call it. The reason of my ditches of home and life is because I am looking for this girl that wanders in this very forest. This girl knows that I am looking for her so she turns this into a game and hides, giving me hints by her giggling or humming but by the time I get to what seems like the location she's at nowhere in sight, making me want her more. Obsession and desperation sticks by me as I search for her. One day, I nearly had her I was strolling around, caught into an eye engagement we linger there for one second she's just standing there with nothing but a black nightgown that flutters in the wind. Her beauty caught me like a spiderweb parlaying me enough for her to run away giggling trailed behind her. To this day on and forth I will not give up my search for this beautiful girl. © 2012 Death StalkerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorDeath StalkerTucson, AZAboutI like to write, any story that lurks into my mind. I've been writing as long as I can remember. It all started with nothing to do, it was nighttime... I was sleeping, I have a vivid dream, that ta.. more..Writing
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