I sit and look upon the cold face of life,
Never knowing what it brings,
The first day of school,
the first day of fall,
winter,
than you.
You look upon me with a face of white,
I sit and admire from afar,
I smile,
you frown,
I think "Great day already".
So I sit and wait for you to speak,
as I hear the first words from your porcline lips,
the soft coolness of your breathe,
takes the last bit of strenth my body holds.
The first touch from your stone hands,
the soft touch upon my face,
the freezing feeling upon my lips.
You say lets talk,
Never a good sign,
You say the words that scare me so,
You say you don't think we should go on.
A contest entry
- This Is Your Prompt by 2lullabyhaven.
450 points, ended May 27, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
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sorry forgot the smilie
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Wow the ending really surprised me that doesnt happen very often GREAT JOB
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Amazing how such a beautiful image can turn so cruel. Bravo, just utter bravo.
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God...that scene where they seperate and then the months pass by...makes me cry everytime. Good write
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that reminds me of the scene when they separate in new moon! i've never forgiven him for doing that to her i think she needs to be with jacob
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