Genesis Ramos Morales |
Published: March 6th, 2015
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Mystery Man
He moved swiftly through the door,
dropping into a chair on the left.
His shoulders limp as he read.
The book was titled
"the ripper."
His eyes swarmed the room,
searching.
She sped through the door and hurried,
sitting next to him.
They spoke fluently, as if he was awaiting her.
His eyes glued onto her. She spoke.
"So you like mysteries?"
And he replied.
"Very. You never know what to expect from the character."
"I love romance."
He grins,
a twitch in his eyes.
I watch intently.
As they rise from their seats
he grips her elbow.
Her smile gleamed at his touch.
Naive girl I say.
No one hears.
Even if I warned her she wouldn't listen,
she couldn't.
She resembles me.
I walked out of here with him too.
He feels my presence.
Now I am a part of him.
Witnessing his cruel ways for eternity
I live.
dropping into a chair on the left.
His shoulders limp as he read.
The book was titled
"the ripper."
His eyes swarmed the room,
searching.
She sped through the door and hurried,
sitting next to him.
They spoke fluently, as if he was awaiting her.
His eyes glued onto her. She spoke.
"So you like mysteries?"
And he replied.
"Very. You never know what to expect from the character."
"I love romance."
He grins,
a twitch in his eyes.
I watch intently.
As they rise from their seats
he grips her elbow.
Her smile gleamed at his touch.
Naive girl I say.
No one hears.
Even if I warned her she wouldn't listen,
she couldn't.
She resembles me.
I walked out of here with him too.
He feels my presence.
Now I am a part of him.
Witnessing his cruel ways for eternity
I live.