The Lost Islands
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when you look right up at me



I saw you in my dream last night
you had a smile so white.
I thought your teeth were the stars.
your eyes they were like tiny rivers
well, it gave me the shivers
when you looked right up at me



Deep down inside of the black and white mare feelings for Nikola have been bubbling over. She thought about him most of the time, her heart sent twittering away at the mere mention of him; her stomach fluttering at his every touch. Though she hadn’t quite told Nikola yet; so as he calls out in urgency for her she stops. Her blue eyes turn to his as he speaks, asking questions with stuttered speech.

Larka didn’t reply after his first question, as he walked to catch up to her. His voice suddenly softened and she felt the familiar feeling of ‘butterflies’ swirling around inside her stomach. His French hit her ears and she thought on them a moment. She was used to him throwing out an occasional foreign word; mostly as terms of endearment but the way he said this one… it was different. The words held meaning but she just didn’t know their exact translation. As he rested his head on the curve of her hip she looked at him, struggling to find words inside her that could match such meaning.

She feels dizzy with emotions when words finally fall. They are soft and timid; as was the mare’s way. ”Nikola…” the name comes out slowly. ”I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while; but you’ve been busy…” Her tone holds no accusations. ”I’ve been feeling things for you for a while.” She tells him, her eyes finding his. ”I was waiting for the perfect moment but I don’t think I can hold it any longer.”

This was it Larka; it was do or die now. The next words come in a little more than a whisper. ”But I think I am in love with you.” The words feel good and confidence sweeps in. ”Actually,” She said louder with more resolve. ”I know I am. Nikola. I love you.” Then she stops, waiting for his reaction; but she was sure those foreign words earlier held a similar meaning.


you can stay here a while in this hotel heart
people come and they go everyday
I'll never let it get cold or dark or crowded
I'll never give your spot away.


L A R K A
mare / black/white overo / 4 years / belonging to Nikola of the Ridge



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