Their ‘happily ever after’ was predestined. Promised by the gods. But, they haven’t even met yet. Because, their paths have never crossed. When they do, though, the world will belong to them.
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Trouble
I knew you were trouble from the moment you walked into the room. Skin kissed by the moonlight. Eyes like dark emeralds. Lips red as rubies. You were my kind of trouble.
Mistakes
“Mistakes were made.” I hate that phrase. It suggests that I regret what I did. I don’t. In fact, I’d do it again.
Kim V. Poetry 