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"Listen to what I do not speak for you may just as well hear the words I long to say..." - moonlight butterfly
"I asked to be remember as someone who...LOVED NOT WISELY BUT WELL"
"Love is not about the words but the whispers of the heart..."
"Picture me as someone who always makes you smile coz I'd rather be a friend in disguise than be the one that you love who always makes you cry..." - moonlight butterfly
"Promises are just plain words, and yet insipid words...if it lacks the sincerity..." - moonlight butterfly
Tough Act
Internet Writers'Guild
December 2009
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Just one of those VERY short stories I've written...
AUTUMN'S DUSK by moonlight butterfly
A couple was sitting on a bench by the roadside one dreary autumn day. Leaves of maple scattered all over the ground. The tree’s branches embrace as they meet halfway to the sky, forming an archway of entwined hues of orange and brown.
“Baby…” the girl spoke.
“Yes?”
“You know the song Beautiful in my Eyes?”
“Uh-huh…” replied he.
“I want you to sing that song to me the moment I die…”
Surprised by her remark, he turned to look down at her – to the girl who was sitting beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder. His right hand rests on her right shoulder and the other clutching the fingers of her left.
“He he… it’s funny…how you talk as if you’re gonna die already. You always try to fool around…” he quipped and he traced a smirk on his face.
“But I’m serious,” she uttered in feeble voice.
“Okay, okay… I will,” trying to hide his very pair of half-watery eyes; disturbed by her pallor and paste grin.
The wind blew. Her head fell abruptly down to his lap. A teardrop fell from his eyes as she kept still, motionless…
“You’re my peace of mind…in this crazy world. You’re everything I tried to find...your love is a pearl. You’re my Mona Lisa…you’re my rainbow sky…and my only prayer is that you…realize. You’ll always be beautiful…in my eyes…”
His voice broke into soft sobs as the trees continue to shed off their leaves. A dreary autumn day, it was.
THINK THIS OVER GUYS!
"Isn't it USING YOUR HEAD by LOVING WITH YOUR HEART?"
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