Ocean of Tears

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      His hair was feathery, a white so pure it should have been on an angels wing. Such a softness it was as if you were on a cloud each time you touched. It reached down his face, flowing like stems and leaves from a rose, flirting with his eyes. Oh, such beautiful eyes he had. They were blue, like the ocean of love he gave you. As you looked into them you could feel yourself falling down, down, down, until his steady pair of arms trustingly caught you. A smile of white was plastered like paint against his magnificent  peach skin, the pink of his lips looking like the lipstick you smeared on his face just yesterday.

      Your love elated you, bringing you up, up and up, going back to land once again. But as you and your flowing rasberry-red hair waited for him to catch up, you see him floating up, up and away. His beautiful angel wings had betrayed you, sending him to true place he belongs to be, a land of perfection and beauty. Your beige lips wobbled, tripping over what  was then escaping you, your alluring world, which was speedily slipping through the cracks in your mocha tanned hands. An ocean of grief poured itself out of your amethyst eyes, a dam that has been burst, a heart that has been broken. A symphony of wails escaped your mouth, just like your world, your galaxy, your everything escaped exactly the same way.

      Those fragile shoulders of yours shook,  all of your petite body rocking back and forth. You collapsed to your knees and canyons of mourning dug into the earth. Tears fell, full of  an emotion so powerful it flooded the earth. Your body swayed back and forth, hurricanes following its leading force. Just how your eyebrows had furrowed down, the ground shook and trembled, tumbling onto itself.  Tornadoes ripped and broke everything in their path, just as his death broke your heart, and tore apart your world.

                                                               But then you saw the lone survivor, the one who understood your agony and pain. And suddenly, you understood the meaning of destroying to rebuild. Because this one person had survived- and left only fate to you.

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