01-31-2010, 08:51 PM
Mueh.
I stare at the cold day,
Through the frosted screen.
In the snow she stands,
A figure too seldom seen.
I forget to breathe,
For just a moment.
Pound the glass.
And immediately lament.
She looks at me,
Shakes her head,
Then turns away.
My heart feels dead.
No real... form, I guess.
I stare at the cold day,
Through the frosted screen.
In the snow she stands,
A figure too seldom seen.
I forget to breathe,
For just a moment.
Pound the glass.
And immediately lament.
She looks at me,
Shakes her head,
Then turns away.
My heart feels dead.
No real... form, I guess.