Written by Jacob Ibrag
She wakes up to find him still in her bed.
‘Not gonna lie, figured you’d be gone by now,’
she whispers. ‘This early? Besides, it’s the weekend
and I’d rather keep staring at you,’ he says. Smiling, she
gestures at her back as to remind him of something. ‘So
you used to have wings, my hair started to gray when I
was in the second grade,’ he tells her. ‘Doesn’t bother
you that-‘ ‘No, the fact that you shared that side of
yourself makes me love you even more,’ he says
as he grazes his fingers across the parallel
scars on her back. ‘You are beautiful.’


Nice post
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful 🙂 We should be able to share all of us with the one we love, especially the not so pretty parts. ♡
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Thanks Carissa 🙂
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You’re so very welcome, my friend. 🙂
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If only people could be that open to one another.
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i feel the same every girl that passes..
chris
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Love grows when you are always in love and give love.
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Wow. A powerful love.
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🙂
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I like how conversational this piece is, it makes it easy to relate.
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I’m happy you like it 🙂
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This is so sweet!
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Thanks Janna
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This is lovely ❤ I love how you discreetly slip in a supernatural detail in your poetry. It brings a whole other dimension to your lines. Once again. I love it!
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Thank you very much 😀
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It was my pleasure reading your art 🙂
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Love is, accepting each other for all of one’s flaws…
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Thank you 🙂
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Nice and short. I love the outlook
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Thanks 🙂
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👍👍👍
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Lovely
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Thank you 🙂
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Very spot on, beauty should be organic have a poem has some contrast. 💣💥🌲
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Thank you 🙂
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This thing called love is interesting. I have yet to feel or grasp its true meaning.
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