She.A Story by tisnessa
She had eyes like whiskey and lips like red wine and every time she spoke you wanted to taste each word on your tounge and savour the feeling, like sweet champagne. A head clad with optimism and a heart burdened by curiosity, she was the kind of girl you wrote a song about. She was the kind of girl you would pull your sorry a*s out of bed for at three a.m. when her craving for adventure became so much she felt she would simply burst at her softly sewn seams. She was the one you called an idiot but followed into the dark, because somehow she made every thing seem alright. Something in the way she said, "come on!" made it seem like everything would be okay, just a few more feet and we'll be there, I promise. She was the one with flames in her eyes and secrets on her lips, the one you knew you shouldn't trust but couldn't help revealing everything you had to. She had scars across her knees from battles she never spoke of, because the past is the past and she had no business with anything but the present.
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Added on September 30, 2013 Last Updated on September 30, 2013 Tags: descriptive, writing, description, character AuthortisnessaToronto, CanadaAboutI'm a girl who likes to write and somehow found herself lost on the internet. Most of my writings are 'one shots', like one chapter of a larger story. A little like short stories but not. more..Writing
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