YouEyes like burning oceans,Flowing waves in shining orbs.Alight with flaming passion.A mouth like a golden rose,Flowering crimson in curved lines,Glistening with blissful value.Hair like falling stars,Bright intensity in thin strands,Gliding with weightless perfection.Skin like youthful silk,Soothing fabric in flawless creases,Eternal with stunning delicacy.You.You sit with your head tilted,Your eyes bright,And your mouth smiling.And I,I want to tell you how beautiful you are,But I can’t come up with any of the right words.
A Broken Mind: IntroductionThe room was dimly lit. Not quite dim enough to be called dark, as a single lamp on the bedside table provided some light, but not bright either. With the blinds closed, the lamp was the only source of light, and it cast dark shadows into the corners of the room. A desk, well ordered and complete with a chair, sat next to the wall furthest from the door. A large and well stocked book shelf stood next to it, tucked into a corner. A small electric piano and a set of weights filled the other two corners; in the third was the door, almost always shut. In the center of the room was a large, well-made bed. On it sat Eric, the owner of the room, and subject to the varying and often conflicting interests displayed by his surroundings. He was large, fit and well-built but not overtly so, with blond hair bordering on brown, brown eyes, and skin that was neither pale or tanned.Eric was staring forward. To say he was unmoving would be untrue, as he gently shook from side to side. Every few minute