A journey untold,
275 Words
She walks through shadows,
clad in secrets,
wrapped tight like a whisper,
her laughter dances on the wind,
but the night hides deeper things.
Eyes, dark as starless skies,
hold stories untold,
tangled in threads of wanting,
murmurs of passion,
that brush against her skin—
fire and ice,
too close, yet far.
Every heartbeat echoes,
a drummer in the dark,
pulling her closer to edges,
where the light can’t reach,
and the air thickens,
with unvoiced desire.
In the mirror,
a girl and a shadow,
the bright cheeks hide a longing,
a ache that spills like ink,
across empty pages,
where lust and love meet.
Starlight flickers through her window,
a silent witness of her choice—
to step with care onto that edge,
where innocence frays,
like worn-out lace,
each thread a story, a risk.
She dances with doubts,
a tightrope walk in silk and skin,
tasting freedom mixed with fear,
as she navigates whispers
of what it means to feel,
to entwine with moments,
that burn and blaze,
and sometimes leave marks unseen.
Do they see her?
Or just the soft glow,
of skin yearning against skin,
a music hymn in the stillness,
where the world fades away,
and only breath remains?
She clings to the night—
dark beauty, wild and true,
finding herself in corners,
where the shadows lean in close,
and nothing but the drumbeat of bodies,
and the murmur of a secret name,
ever echoes.
A journey untold,
written in sighs,
under the gaze of a thousand stars—
fingers tangled, gasps caught midair,
one moment, one choice,
the girl slips into the dark,
and suddenly it’s everything
- Writer
