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Cliché Boy meets Wonder Girl

Wonder Girl

I once fell for a wonder girl.

I once fell for a wonder girl. She had long yellow curls, much like her wit.

I once fell for a wonder girl. She had long yellow curls, much like her wit. Bursting audacious quips

I once fell for a wonder girl. She had long yellow curls, much like her wit. Bursting audacious quips. Incrementally, as the bell slips.

The problem with this generation is our obsession in believing with sayings like

The problem with this generation is our obsession in believing with sayings like seizing the day and living only once.

The problem with this generation is our obsession in believing with sayings like seizing the day and living only once. Which is true, but problematic.

Thus, I lived in the present, loosened my ribbons and opened myself up.

As the river flowed between me and wonder girl,

As the river flowed between me and wonder girl, we danced and sang the language of the world.

As the river flowed between me and wonder girl, we danced and sang the language of the world. We were in awe of this magic connecting us.

But as the fairy tale developed, everything became synonymously inconsistent.

Clear and confusing, like the sea.

Solved and detached, like jigsaw puzzles.

Calm and unbearable, like hospitals.

Complete and broken, much like nothing and everything.

I then realized, I was left for dead, left to wonder by myself.

I then realized, I was left for dead, left to wonder by myself. A fatherless Icarus soaring up the sky without warning.

Again, betrayed by my own foolishness,

Again, betrayed by my own foolishness, I must rid of love,

Again, betrayed by my own foolishness, I must rid of love, then protest pain and embarrassment.

Again, betrayed by my own foolishness, I must rid of love, then protest pain and embarrassment. I believed that consistency begets reciprocation.

Again, betrayed by my own foolishness, I must rid of love, then protest pain and embarrassment. I believed that consistency begets reciprocation. Oh what an utter lie.

I'm afraid we war veterans must learn the hard way.

I'm afraid we war veterans must learn the hard way. Neglecting the fact that breadcrumbs left by wonder girl aren't actually clues,

I'm afraid we war veterans must learn the hard way. Neglecting the fact that breadcrumbs left by wonder girl aren't actually clues, but hints of the digusting truths.

Days felt like eons without your smile and yellow curls.

Days felt like eons without your smile and yellow curls. I was crawling through a myriad of doubts and what-ifs.

Days felt like eons without your smile and yellow curls. I was crawling through a myriad of doubts and what-ifs. Contemplating what could've been,

Days felt like eons without your smile and yellow curls. I was crawling through a myriad of doubts and what-ifs. Contemplating what could've been, in this wonderless world of darkness.

Where is forward? North? Am I lagging behind? or have I moved onward?

I don't know.

I don't think I'm moving at all.

I don't think I'm moving at all. Stuck between my filtered perception of you

I don't think I'm moving at all. Stuck between my filtered perception of you and what you truly were.

by MBR

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