Standing in a forest
covered in a white velvet blanket,
in winter.
there was a man with a blue cloak..
he glanced and smiled,
at me.
he held out his hand...
i placed mine in his,
and we walked
by streams
dead trees....
he never talked.
i began to shiver,
he noticed.
he wrapped me in his cloak
with him.
he held me tight
i didnt refuse,
then...
he kissed me,
he kissed me hard and long
my knees wouldnt stop shacking,
i liked it.
then i noticed his lips were as cold as ice
i didnt care
i held on as long as i could
then i awoke
i shot straight up in my bed
and i felt my lip
they were as cold as ice
i thought to mtself...
did that really happen?
Although when there are tears
screaming down his face doesnt mean
hes sad or happy...
those are common emotions one has daily
like hunger or being uneasy..
you will always have simple emotions
that come to a conclusion
but there are emotions that are more complicated
than one mind can compehend..
his tears indeed are sorrow.
they are side affects of his heart being ripped
out if his chest.
he was blinded with love for another until that
other let him see again then blinded him again with grief.
will he beable to see again one says?
well of course...
are tears still running over his chin?
yes...but it will stop soon.....
COMMENTS
How did you know?
Were you watching me again?
plz coment...
COMMENTS
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Kitsuna
05:55 Apr 29 2008
Thats beautiful hon.
captainglobehead
00:29 Apr 30 2008
You paint a vivid picture.
And yes. It was real.
MorbidNight
03:45 Apr 30 2008
plz coment..