brividi:
He knows
that - kissing an angel -
shouldn't ACHE so ~beautifully~,
so painfully.
And F I R E shouldn't make him **s h i v e r**.
But as he kisses her
cold,
*b l u e*,
~bloody~ lips,
he knows his soul is B U R N I N G U P inside
and he will B U R N -forever-
because if he hadn't /b/r/o/k/e/n/ her /3heart/3,
she wouldn't have walked into a train.
And even when she's /d e a d\,
she can still L I G H T him U P,
and as he ##buries## his hands,
his face,
into her B L A Z E of ~hair~,
he **s h i v e r s** with the *cold*.
Her eyes are -closed-,
but he c a r e f u l l y ((opens)) them,
because he never focused on them
enough-enough-enough
((Rings)) of *b l u e* on
*b l u e*,
*b l u e*,
*b l u e*,
*icy*, dead,
*b l u e*,
and it's so *cold* that he **s h i v e r s**.
F I R E shouldn't make him so *cold*,
But LILY, Lily Luna, is making his /3heart/3 **s h i v e r**.
Her blood runs
*B l u e*
in the {veins} that are p o p p i n g to the +surface+,
and all her body GROWS
*b l u e*,
*b l u e*,
*b l u e*,
and it's ***oh-so-cold***
but he takes her in his [arms],
his shaking,
**s h i v e r i n g** [arms],
(((Around))) her still, *b l u e* body
crusted with
~blood~,
~blood~,
~blood~.
And he wishes
she would **s h i v e r**
like he does – **s h i v e r**
to the beat-beat-beat of
u n h e a r d music.
Her ~beautiful~, F L A M I N G ~hair~
is crusted into
~bloody~ {{clumps}} and
he just can't understand why
she chose to ^m u t i l a t e^ herself like this.
And he (carries) the body that's
been bruised
*b l u e*
back to where she lives – l i v e D –.
The e n t i r e way back,
he
**s h i v e r s**
*b l u e*
**s h i v e r s**.
brividi - shivers
So what did you think of that? This my first freeverse ever and originally it was just a companion fic, but it worked out better as a freeverse :) Hope you liked it! Review! Love always, Lily