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This is written as a story and a poem at the same time. I'm not sure if I like this form of writing or not yet, so let me know what you think.
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"Let me tell you a story, a story of love..." sang the brunette, at the front of the club. Her lips a deep red, her corset tight, out came the song, she sang everynight. Accompanied by music, and a lit cigarette, a spotlight added, and the mood was set.
I can't love you, you can't be my knight. And yet, when I'm with you, it feels so right...
A hundred years ago in tranquil Paris, there existed a secret society. A group of young women ranging in age, all of whom wanted to appear on stage. Show girls they'd be, flaunting all that they had. They would smile seductively, and drive the men mad. Heartbreakers they'd be who would never fall in love, objects of desire to only be dreamt of.
I've put up my walls to prevent the pain, for love causes suffering and brings only rain...
This rule however, did not always apply. Some girls decided to give love a try. One by one they gave into the emotion, promising another their eternal devotion. Until there was just one girl who remained, afraid of the tears and the pain. She hid behind the lights and her pasted smile, the audience and herself to beguile.
Breaking hearts is my sole occupation, kissing on the lips my own limitation...
And then one day he appears, driving away her worst fears. A dashing hero with ebony hair, he swavely pulls up a chair. His eyes follow her body as it sways, never relenting on his intense gaze. She feels his stare on her, causing stomach butterflies to stir. It won't be easy, though, as her feelings won't ever show.
It's complicated and hurtful this game I weave, and in the end you'll love and I'll leave...
Screams of passion fill her nights long after she's turned out the lights. His mind occupied completely by she, he doesn't even try to see the games she's coyly playing, money the only reason for staying. Making him fall for her is such fun, getting love only to run, away with everything leaving only a sting. And yet, this time it's not so simple for she can't help but love his dimples.
I love your smile, but I shouldn't. I wanted to be with you, but I couldn't. I wanted to give in, but I wouldn't...
More and more of him she adores, and carefully herself she implores, could love be here finally, could it actually happen to she? Her role as a madame of heartbreak, as the countess of only take, is shattered by his kiss, this she could not miss. Forever she wants to belong to he, is that wrong? Her mind says yes, her heart nay, yet she feels compelled to stay.
Falling more deeply each day, I can't keep myself away. You are my destiny, my mind, my reality...
He bends down upon one knee, looking up at fair lady. A velvet box in one hand, opened to reveal a band. A simple ring of diamond and gold, his intentions subtly told. He slips it on and shares a kiss, asking her to become his. She smiles sweetly with a yes, her feelings to confess. And with much love and laughter, they lived happily ever after.
Never could I have dreamed that nothing was as it seemed...
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