He was swimming as fast as he could
Yet she clung on with an iron grasp.
His shining colours
Spoke infinite volumes,
And here shadowed eyes were hooked.
Desperate to reach the adjacent pond
The runner tried everything he could;
He twisted and turned an created a storm,
But she was prepared for any weather.
Events of her past make tears explode
Events of his past make rage ignite.
The rope was flammable, and he eventually
Managed
To Drift Unnoticed.
A contest entry
- Quickiee ! by YoureNoGoodForMe.
600 points, ended July 6, 7 entries
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Comments
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This is incredible. I loved it, very inspiring. I especially loved the lines:
"Events of her past make tears explode
Events of his past make rage ignite."
They speak so much truth and I absolutely loved this. Thanks for entering & best of luck to you ! ♥
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