"No one ever really knew me. I suppose they didn't want to"
Her delicate face sat there in the cold. Her bittersweet eyes looked elegant, as her mouth gave out a puff of grey air. Even the trees seemed to turn away from her. She doesn't know what it feels like to be wanted, and she doesn't believe she ever will. How can she love if no one has ever loved her? How can she see beauty in her self when no one proclaims it? She puts her hand above the red rose that once brushed against her long black hair. She think about the dream, where there was knock on her rusted door, and a young, beautiful man stood there. His green eyes locked into her hazelnut eyes. But when she awoke, she was still cold. Even though the dream felt so warm. She sits frozen while snow falls over her. "Oh, whatever is love?" She asks no one. A cold tear falls against her pink cheek as the silence continues. For she believes, she will never know... love.
