She, of the hair most unruly
Trapped once, and you'd need a year to break free.
She, of the eyes of a deity
Trapped once, and forever hers you shall be.
I had known her for eight months.
And sometimes I wondered.
Trapped once, and you'd need a year to break free.
She, of the eyes of a deity
Trapped once, and forever hers you shall be.
I had known her for eight months.
And sometimes I wondered.
Are you sure it's a she?
ReplyDeleteCmon ... don't spoil my above average pieces of fiction.
ReplyDeleteAs it is I hardly write these days, if you do like this .. what tempo shall remain? Tell.
8 months means you met her in Feb...ahhh the month of Romance... you have been wondering long... I want to know if it took 8 months for opening lines...when can we have the first act scn 1??
ReplyDelete'We measure time according to the movement of countless suns; and they measure time by little machines in their little pockets. Now tell me, how could we ever meet at the same place and the same time?'
ReplyDeleteI had missed it till now. Beautiful lines :)
ReplyDeleteThank You ... inspired by a girl I saw on a flight :)
ReplyDelete