A Worthy Destruction
He was beautiful.
The way his grin sparked in his eyes
and teased his mouth into a tilt.
His gaze was bold and brown,
and full of mischief.
His voice was a storm in her ears
that left her mind clouded.
He wore his strength softly,
gentle hands with scarred knuckles,
calm, composured confidence.
And she wondered, as she watched him,
as we all do, in our way,
whether this might just be a person
worth being destroyed for.
– s. Clark
February 13, 2016 at 11:31 pm
Powerful. Leaves me asking more and wondering. Look forward to discussing sometime. Again, thanks for openly sharing so much. …and happy valentines day friend.
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February 14, 2016 at 1:23 am
dude…I’ve tried to be nice, and I honestly don’t mind at all people posting anonymously. Except the way you do it, constantly referring to us being “old friends” but not being wiling to say who you are, it comes off super creepy and I wish you’d stop.
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