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Beautiful souls never rot
I move through the tall grass, moving my hand over the flowers and hold a couple in my hand, tears gently run down my face, I cry bc I feel unloved, I feel hurt. I sit down in the tall grass as my dress rests above my my mid thigh, in feel the breeze move over my bare shoulders and around my body as if it seeks to hug me. I look over the field to the trees and to the other side a pond, I could see the ripples from bugs landing it it or the fish jumping out or the from the ducks on the shore, I felt peace but I still felt empty as I sit their in the field, my heart heavy and emotions unexplained but never a lack of tears, I wish to share my pain. I look over my shoulder see him in his white button up shirt, brown pants rolled up at the end. His long hair moved with the wind as he came closer, he sees the tears in my eyes. He sits behind me pulling me into his chest, he gently kisses my hand and wraps his arm around my stomach humming lightly as I’m a newly bloomed rose“ many great people experienced sadness and loneliness. Vincent Van Gogh even Isaac Newton both brilliant men but both equally ill mentally” he leans me back more into him kisses my shoulder as the wind moves his hair over my cheek “ you battle an issue that many won’t get, I see ur in pain” I feel tears come to my eyes and I let them fall “ why do you speak on this my love” he hums looking up towards the sky “ your brilliant beyond brilliant, beautiful,kind. Don’t think because you feel like this makes you any less, we are all human and humans tend to break something, well Metaphorically” I giggle through my tears “ your tears symbolize their is a soul that sits in this body “ he gently points to my chest “ theirs a beautiful soul,white as snow that needs relief and happiness in its life, if you never cried darling I probably wouldn’t trust you” I move resting my head on his chest, he simply cupping my cheek “ tears are just unspoken words that the brain finds hard to explain, pain is natural but know you are loved” he moves me closer kissing my neck. “ ooo to be as brilliant my love” I move my fingers gently over his face, to his golden earrings that dangled, his beautiful red eyes held more power then anybody could ever hold, I smile up “ many people say fall in love with someone eyes before anything else bc the eyes don’t age” he chuckles “ the body ages my love not the soul, the eyes are a windows to the soul” I smile looking over seeing the sun rest in the sky as the wind carries the blue cotton clouds. The wind moves over the tree tops making them sway as if the wind whispered a song to it, I look back up a him “ was it my fault” he looks down gently moving me even closer “ nothing was ever your fault, beautiful souls suffer more then a ugly one, you stayed beautiful my love how I wish you stayed longer” he leans forward kissing me softly. “ I’ll be here till death is self asks for my hand “ he smiles moving to stand up and takes my hand as we walk down the hill I look over my shoulder seeing the world become beautiful as if it was smiling and smile looking up at him as we disappear into the woods.