It’s a bit chilly tonight,
The coffee is warming me up.
Her dark eyes, pale skin,
Like a modern day Snow White.

The coffee warmed the hole in her
heart: the distance from what was real.

It has taken so long
To get this far,
To get to a place that felt like nothing.

As a child he dreamed of a beauty like her,
His warmth, his strength,
Of all the insanity
She was real...
As a child he dreamed of a love such as her
Digging through notes, and memories,
Pancakes and Chili,
Cats and cartoons.

He stood on a rooftop,
Skin as red as blood, as love;
sweet puppy love from a valentine card;
Love so typical, yet so pure.

The clouds open up to express their dismay,
and hold the hand of the grieving.
Look up, look up,
To the red angel in the sky,
Dripping with sadness,
Eyes moist with pain,
She looked up from the darkness.

Just come clean,
Clean like the water erupting from the sky,
A million spirits weeping for lost love.

Beauty and the beast,
Just come clean,
Your warmth,
Your love,
The warmth you’ve always tried to hide,
The rain washed away the tears,
Now what will wash away the rain?

 

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