Locally dorky

That fine Saturday evening, the sun hid behind  The clouds in the magnificent pink sky, And it was the most amazing nature’s delight I had witnessed in quite a while. I remember you and me, Holding hands and standing near the windowsill, As I rested my head gently on your shoulders  While we sipped coffee still. Since that time I fell in love  With pink skies during twilight. And at that hour, everyday, I’d give you a call As it caressed my face, the soft sunlight. My eyes would await the blush tones Everyday and every night.  When they lingered on, they always felt like home  For I felt at my safest and closest to your might. A day came when I opened the windows with glee Expecting pink skies but witnessing bloodshot instead.  I couldn’t fathom and instantly quivered, Called you up to feel a bit safe.  But you didn’t pick up, kept leaving me on hold, I hastily shut the blinds; And I swear that moment the coffee tasted bitter,

Palatial walls seemed like cages while the dresses that had once made her feel beautiful, all looked like a waste to Genevieve. She had always lived protected; after all she was the only daughter of the Duke of Barca. However, amidst all these endless luxuries, she still felt like something was missing. She felt like an empty vessel which would never feel full despite her trying to fill it with her favourite jewellery, bags or even her lovely books.  Worried about the fact that she was having a mid-life crisis, she decided to disclose her plight to her mother. She held Genevieve’s face in her hand and told her, “I think it’s time to find you a worthy man. That will fill up this void inside of you for sure.” Genevieve looked up at her and smiled. She was glad that she had now found a silver lining to her cloud of distress. She thought to herself that once she found the right one for her, she would have to be the most joyous woman in the world. Chanting this in her head, she