Lessons

Between falling asleep to History of
the 20th Century and The Poetry of Modern
Artists, young Emily would still find time
in the library to study quirks and habits.
Every action leaves a clue, even in the
way he holds his rosary, so close to his
heart, yet so open to others.

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Whimsical Throwbacks of a Wry Romantic

She's a killer, I should've known she'd kill. My gut instincts said let her go, but my other instincts urged me further still. But my guard was down long before my everything was left a wisp.

She's a drug, she let me learn addiction. Every hit opened my eyes, but each time it also narrowed my vision. I was comatose, and pulling the plug just woke me up.

She's amazing, but one day the wind blew another way, the lighting changed, the present became the past, and the future became empty. I stumbled onto a different path, and into the darkness I tread. Whether a step takes me closer or further to her, I couldn't say, only knowing that we're still somehow touching, still got a case of her.

She's a mineshaft, that keeps on going. Doesn't wait for anyone. Coal black breath may be dangerous, but so are splintering beams. Let the light shine in, only clouds cast shadows.