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Thursday, December 9, 2010

When the Snow Falls.

As the snow falls,
winter calls
in a loud cry.
Filled of echoes rolling by
telling a story
of pain and heartache, but the gory
details hidden,
locked away and forbidden
to ever try and melt the icy cold
tomb which in a tight hold,
lays your heart.

As the snow falls,
winter calls
with guttural wails.
These wails remind you of a ghost
whom you have once been a host
to a terrible game you have once played.
You remember the girl who made
that beautiful necklace for your friendship.
The girl who ripped it apart after the faulty spaceship
of your acquaintance broke down.
The girl who stole your crown.
The girl who died and became
a crazy yet strangely tame
tigress who will forever haunt your conscience.

As the snow falls,
winter calls
and you wonder where you went wrong.
You wonder what happened to that poor girl who sometimes sings her song
in the dead of night and in the cold of the winter,
who's voice was as sharp as a splinter.
You wonder why you loved her.
You wonder why you hated her.
But, for some reason,
you never, ever question
why only when the snow falls,
and winter calls,
she sings her song.
Simply for the reason,
That it is your song.

-Jodie-Ann
PS: Yeah, this is really random. XD I just thought of it now, so it's kind of crappy. Hehe.

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