He sat my the bar table... lost deep in thought, tapping a familiar tune with one hand, cradling an empty wine glass in the other, dangerously and carelessly...
Our actions do reveal our character... well, apparently...
The smooth surface of the glass reflected the saxophone player infront of him... "these foolish things, remind me of you... "
The club was lively and happening, and he was like the dead wilting flower in a fresh summer's bouquet... it wasn't always this way...
Things weren't always... this... dull... and colourless...
She walked into the bar, and not a single man who didnt stop and stare...
The same thing was on every single man and woman's mind... who owns that woman?
Yes, the diamonds spilling over her breasts, the silk that clung to her skin, the curls flowing down her back, the smoky smile but empty eyes... marks of a kept woman...
The beauty walked towards the broken man... her artificial vibrance, his depressing greyness... disappeared... it was as if they became whole together... like real people...and not just toys in a meaningless game...
And the night was over, as dawn arose.
They seperated back into their lonely roles...
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noooooooooot fair i thought soemthing more spicy wud come up when they met... grrr it was over before it started.
i just wanna say that ur blog looks soo boring....sorry for the bad comment..but...just how i feel...
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