Rigid Ice, Raging Flame
A/N: Okay, due to request, I am turning this into a story. It was meant to be a one chapter short story, but, I love you guys to much to hurt your feelings!!! Enjoy, and don't forget to review it!
She held the pen to her bottom lip as her eyes searched the inside of her heart. Luckily, she found the words she had been looking for, and not a moment to soon. With that, she began to write…
My heart once told me, never to look
At things to closely…
My mind once told me my
Heart was always right…
The stars reflect in my gaze,
Heaven bound…
Sorrow filled moments race through
My brain,
Gazing into my heart for the past,
The truth, the painful feeling of
Reality…
A rain drop falls,
A constant circle in motion.
I hear the steady beating of
My heart?
No.
The beating of the entry
To my soul.
My mind once told me,
Love involves my heart.
My heart once told me,
Love can be a powerful thing.
She pulled away from the desk quickly, afraid to let any of the already falling tears to stain her paper. Those ice blue eyes slowly melted away before the world. Yet, the world was not there to see it. Only the moon and the stars felt her pain. And they would never tell anyone else. Folding the paper in half, she got up and went to the window. The moon smiled on her, radiating the beauty of the stars in her eyes. Light twinkled off of the clear emotions gently rolling down her face, and that made her happy. The window stood open, allowing the breeze to float into the room. She picked up the piece of paper, and let nature pull through. The paper whizzed through the air, and down towards the ground, probably never to be seen by another. Before the soft thud of grass meeting paper came, she shut the window, and closed out the happiness.
He held the paper in his hands that had rained on him from above. He'd gotten a paper cut from it. Fiery green tore into the words, seeing all the meaning that had been hidden. Who had written it, and who was it for? Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew. It was too much emotion for him. Gently placing the poem in his pocket, he walked off into the darkness, the wind kicking up the ends of his gray trenchcoat.
No one ever knows about love, until it's gone. Some people deserve it. It's funny how fate works sometimes. And, we will never understand. Love could be right under your nose, and how would you know? You wouldn't, and that is the whole point of love. You never know.