Her raven black hair whipped around her face,
Her frightened blue eyes looked at the pavement below.
As she turns around her dress catches in the wind,
unsettling her balance.
She finishes turning and is met by a pair of crimson eyes,
She gasps and steps backwards
Only to fall from the edge.
She opens her eyes
and realizes she isn't falling.
She is only vaguely aware of a pressure on her wrist.
She looks up and tears well in her eyes
as she recognizes the grey eyes looking down at her.
He smiled at her, his dark brown hair
framing his face
Tears rolled down her face,
as he reached down and began to pull her up.
too dazed to help him,
she just stared, unable to believe.
She closed her eyes and when she opened them
he was gone.
It's been a week since she saw him
A week of walking corridors
full of accusing faces.
corridors full of memories.
One word surrounds her.
Makes her edgy, makes her scared.
This one word has the power to control,
and the power to destroy.
The word Love is driving her crazy
and so she runs.
She runs through the night
The moon lighting her path
Her hair flowing out behind her.
Soon she reaches a hut,
Standing alone surrounded by trees.
Dust fills her nose
Making it hard for her to breathe.
The door creaks as it swings
on rusty hinges.
Floorboards groan as she lays down,
In the centre of the filled hut,
Full of memories.
It was two days before anyone found her.
Two days spent unmoving
In the centre of the hut.
Two days before someone realized
she was missing.
And when they found her
she was hallucinating.
She sits alone in a room full of white.
and with the paper and pen in front her
she draws, ignoring the voices.
And she add another picture
to the wall of faces.
On a stormy day a man dressed in black
stands at the head of a freshly dug hole.
He stands there alone watching a the mahogany casket,
saying a prayer for the spirit of the girl.
A rose falls gently on the top
A gift from a stranger who cared.
And a tear runs down the smiling face
of an unknown watcher
with grey eyes and brown hair.










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