Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?
But watching you stand alone,
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.
One step closer
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this
One step closer
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
- Christina Perri x A Thousand Years
HARLEM
I stood there in indefinite shock. I texted Kittie because I knew the girls were with each other.
I couldn't even text then in complete coherent sentence. He loves me, and I just like him a lot.
I went into the girls locker room to freshen up and change and in came the girls barging in while I was putting on my shirt. I pulled it over my face and they were all in my face asking for the play by play.
"I told him she couldn't have him and that when he spoke to her he needed to tell her that. I guess he felt really good hearing me say that. He told me he'd talk to her and then tell me everything then said he was going to go shower and right before he left he kissed my cheek and said Love you"
"Is that all he said?"
Yeah then he dashed off to the locker room.
I explained to them.
"He must have meant .."
"No Kittie he meant exactly that. You should've see his face. It was like a familiar love, and easy one."
Emika looked at me for a while and laughed.
"You sure are poetic for someone who was just traumatized by a four letter word."
RAKIM
I walked over to Veronica in a neutral mood.
Nothing about my Demeanor spoke to any emotion.
"Where's your fairy girlfriend?"
She asked as if she didn't care. I ignored that.
"Hey can we talk?
She gave me a skeptical look and said ok.
"Let's got over there on the steps."
YOU ARE READING
Is My "BLACK" Beautiful?
Teen FictionA young Harlem Fisher lives in the city of Harlem. How cute huh? Well apparently that's the only thing cute about her. All her life Harlem hasn't really cared for others opinion of her yet they give it anyways. "Your to dark to be pretty!" , "You al...
