DANCING WITH THE DEVIL

I saw a tear stained face staring back, dark brown eyes, now red and watery, holding so much of pain in them, a pain which is worse than death, because her heart belonged to a man who was worse then the devil. Once again I looked into the mirror and found a broken girl reflecting me. " Jeena Carlson, not again, you cannot cry over him again!!!" I said to the girl in the mirror. Just then another sob escaped my lips and a trail of tears followed. The feeling of hollowness filled the void in my heart as I sat down in my balcony, watching the view, convincing myself that there is more to life then him. As the night grew darker and the stars shone brighter, each nanosecond of our memories, flowed back to torture me. Copyright All rights reserved