/lit/ - Literature

'Hey I've never noticed this face',and that was the summer it all began.While I'm not quick to pop a smile, it'd be inaccurate to describe my tone as serious, A good joke to keep this life within balance. A joke, a joke like her, my stunning doll. Her name was Anna, and her face was fatigue. An eyelid darting like butterfly sonnets came in and out of order. In phases I saw her shadows at looped echoes, configuring my memories, conformed to the scented age.

Anna spoke symbol. Anna took art. Her hobbies sang free to my infatuated heart. All that I knew to woo her I hid. An eventual lapse gave her up to the spree of others, factors of sky.

'can i smile near you'
'only if i can smile near you'
'i want to laugh with you'
'really? i feel like giggling'
'is this real?'
'are you cared of me or something?
'i feel as if that wha'-

When a victim loses their cards, pick more from a garrot. All I could say by the end of my requiem. And if I were a victim then only she gleamed a care, as kindling flares, so to light this crown.

The Crown.

Sunhawk