Ribbons twine her fingers
Blood drips down her pale neck.
The night sky is in sparkles
She stares up its so silent.
Icy frost covers her hair as she stares.
Her lips are blue.
Her fingers are cold.
Her hands are numb.
Her face was pink and freezing.
She felt like she was ice.
Until love. Burning like blazing fire.
Burning the sole.
Flaming with warm fire of life,
For love is life which burns like fire.
Melting the ice of disparity filling you with new joy and hope.
Soothing you like a bonfire in the night, comforting in the icy storm.
Love is also strong and powerful, like fire, it can burn down every thing, if anything fret ends you,
Love is strong love is life. Love burns in the heart keeping you alive.
Like fire in a candle. Brighting up the night with new hope.
Love.
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Moonlight
PoetryThis is poetry I wrote, because it's fun to right..some nice some a little dark
