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whitewolf62's "Such Cold Beauty" Thy beauty rests beneath the willow tree. Eyes fluttered shut, or am I just imaging? She rests her hands at either side, Palms kissing the wispy skies. Is that a coy smile that plays her lips? Such pale, soft flesh that tempts the mind, the hands. She knows that she is watched, She plays a cruel game. Her dress billows around like midnight, Brilliant moon shinning above her delicate collar. Shadows morph her features. Did she just call my name? She acts as if she sleeps eternally, But I can see her shapely chest rise and fall. She lives, she calls my name, I can hear on the wind for certain. Such infuriating games she plays. Her Bronze hair rests thickly about her, Framing the delicate features. She seems soaked through, poor dear. She should change before she catches cold. Her coy smile calls me close, As the tree rustles above. I fear she shall catch cold. Is that a tint of blue to her radiant lips? Such odd colors women wear these days. The brook babbles close by, Just down the hill. I wish a dove would call, Instead of that retched black bird. He keeps on insisting I listen, But his song is so dreadful. A little closer I draw, A few more steps again. Her smile keeps on calling me, Even as the black bird tries to chase me away. “Come to me,” She seems to silently say. “Be mine.” She wishes silently. I come to rest beside her, slowly crouching down. She does not open her beautiful eyes, Or brush the tendrils of dripping hair from her face. Is she holding her breath? Slowly, shyly, I slip an arm around her slender shoulders. She feels so cold to the touch. How odd. Joy bubbles up as she does not push away. But yet, she does not lean into me either. Is it so hard to see how much I adore you? Why play these silly games? It is too much, She is too much a beauty for me And I can sadly not handle such neutrality. Good bye my dear, Who does not move, Even after I whisper a good bye, Or stand and move away. She does not even lift a hand to wave good bye As I glance over a shoulder. Instead, she sits with her small palms facing the skies, Her eyes playfully glancing from under lashes. The black bird sings again, Landing softly beside her. Such good, cold company, For such a bitter woman. wolfes_blood's "thief of Love" Why did you do it Lead me on as if you cared Tell me of your loveOf how we were meant to be I believed it Every word you said But it wasn't true None of it was I fell for it Fell for you And you smiled You knew that my feelings for you were not returned I was a pawn to you That could be played here and there Just a toy in your game of life To occupy your time And now you're done with me throwing me out like the garbage i am You stole my heart My love Never will i feel again Or trust in anyone else My sould is shattered And i can't find the pieces |
