Her Screams have the power to elevate stones and rivers
She has the power to turn water into a cold block of ice in a mater of seconds
She's Useful at making a mortals blood run cold. That's all she knew.
The creation of fear.
Orders are heard from her every crack of down.
No exceptions.
Her heart, the organ of such symbol of love ..
Furiously pumps blood.
Struggling to keep ger alive.
At all cost.
But she doesn't care ... All she wanted was to be on the other side.
To cross and never return
So she could feel the sun rays where animals didin't fear her.
Where the people could trate her like a valuable friend and bonfires happend every night next the the beach.
Where loved never vanished from the atmosphere
She craved warmth but she was the bluest winter.
She has nothing to give.
She knows her duty was to stay and give refugee from those escaping from what she had always longed for ...
She craved a warm soul
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Melancholy
PoetryShort poetry is all i can say .... Lost in paragraphs of an undying love. A long story that was bound to never happend .... But it still did. Here is where the words must end ... They no longer have a meaning and they betray reality and it's dimensi...
