Keeping Her Safe

As we drove
in the thick summer darkness
to her house,
there seemed to be a
separation between
her smile and her
eyes:
green,
wide,
tired.
Arms crossed over her
chest to:
protect?
numb?
hide?
I wanted to
crawl inside her house
with her,
sleep with my arms around
her waist to
save her from whatever
makes her look so
collapsed.
Maybe I'm
over-reacting,
maybe that's what
she'll tell me later, but,
I didn't want to leave her
alone.
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imagine, this is really
imagine, this is really beautiful. I feel like this was personally written about me. but [of course] i know its not. but this is very relatable. [thats my new word that should be a word but isnt.]
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Last night in my bed, I stared up at the stars in the sky and thought, "WHERE THE HELL IS THE CEILING?!"
hahaa i love that quote...
I know exactly what you're
I know exactly what you're feeling.
Sigh.
Beautiful, not much feed
Beautiful, not much feed back I can give, its very good you may want to expand on what she looks like?
wow, that was really good. i
wow, that was really good. i like how you discribed, good job imagine.
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