If only he could feel...
The girl only stares at the spacial sky. Andromeda, Cassopeia, Ursa Minor and Taurus laughing at the child. Only the Hyades and Venus give her pools of empathy and shine their light on the darkest side of her soul.
Destructively she adores someone with a earthquaking passion but he feels nothing. God must've forgotten to give him a heart. Yet to be fair with dark matter black eyes and moon-pale skin( maybe a son of Eros ) who wouldn't love him. His sacchrine charm poisons you with deathly love potions. He's the Siren and you're the sailor doomed to die.
If only he could feel love that makes tectonic plates shake. Feel the sable waters of melancholia in your lungs. Feel guilt like a sobered up mother. Feel like blooming hydrangeas in pearly rain. If he could feel all things like most people do.
Yet it's as if he feels like Lucifer when he lost God's trust. Nothing.
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Sunset
RandomI dive into the sun, searching for peachy summers. ~~~ A collection of distorted short stories.
