#TwoStormsOneHeart
#TSOH

Alone at night, she took her pen,
Her mind returned to thoughts of him again.
A careless boy, so light, so free—
Yet something deeper called to me.

In swift, sharp lines, she carved her view,
Of careless souls, their hearts askew.
She wrote of fools who laugh and jest,
While hiding pain behind each jest.

“A wandering heart, a fleeting soul,”
She wrote, as ink began to roll.
“A man who’s lost his way in jest,
A restless heart, no place to rest.”

Her hand faltered, the words half-formed,
Her judgement firm, her thoughts still stormed.
“Why do you bother me?” she whispered aloud,
Her voice breaking the room’s silent shroud.

For in her thoughts, his grin remained,
A mask for wounds, a smile sustained.
She sighed and wrote:

"He hides behind the world’s delight,
A laughing star in endless night.
Yet in his eyes, the shadows play,
A restless soul, lost in disarray."

The next morning came, her words still raw,
She read them back, unsure what she saw.
The sharp-edged lines now felt too bare,
As if revealing more than she dared.

She snapped her notebook shut and sighed,
“Enough,” she murmured, her thoughts denied.
But before she could tuck it away...