Mystery Girl

Mystery Girl

A Poem by Death Stalker

The 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 Stalker


Author's Note

Death Stalker
Kinda a dark romance, mystery shizzle. Just trying something different here, not sure if y'all would like it.

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A very cute story about your dream girl :3 awesome poem also, hope you find her one day

Posted 12 Years Ago


really good.... very descriptive :P i hope you find that girl :D haha

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on May 26, 2012
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Tags: searching, mystery, romance, hunting, emo, nature

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Death Stalker
Death Stalker

Tucson, AZ



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I 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..

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