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A winter tragedy |
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geschrieben am: 11.12.2005 um 20:38 Uhr
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[i][u][rot]A winter tragedy[/u]
[schwarz]Daily she goes down to the river.
Her heart is filled with loneliness.
SheÂ’d never thought her life would change.
Change in a so bad way.
She remembers the time everything was okay.
Often she wishes, he would be here.
Standing beside her.
She would like to feel his warm hands on her skin.
Every night she sends him kisses in her dreams.
Hoping, he would come and take her away.
In this better world in which he changed.
Maybe these wounds will never heal.
She picks a rose, growing next to her.
Watching it for a moment.
In the snow she looks as fragile as this rose.
With its red blossoms on her pale skin.
SheÂ’s so beautiful with tears in her eyes.
ThereÂ’s no light of hope within them.
And she only wants to lie down.
She only wants to sleep, a long and painless sleep.
BloodÂ’s running from her fingers.
Caused by the sharp thorns of the rose.
And drips on the cold white snow.
Mixed with her silver tears.
She looks down, wondering that
such a beautiful rose could hurt her.
Like the cold memories of this man
That died in this winter tragedy..
[rot][u]written by:[/u][schwarz] Elodia & Rauschfaktor
Geändert am 11.12.2005 um 20:44 Uhr von Apart |
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