What it was....

Johnny_NJohnny_N Posts: 60
edited December 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
On a cold and frosty morning
I shiver like a child
Wondering where I'll be
what the day will bring
to far I can not see
I hope the warmth will come
and save me from my misery

The face lit up the room
like a moon on a pale afternoon
the smile so bright the flash of light
the hands so warm as fire tight
the eyes so sharp as the evening night

The frost and dark became so black
No time to even look back
The trail behind is filled with pain
It will never come back again

This would be my first
This would be my last
For now I am complete
For now I am hollow.
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