An Incomplete Man
(A/N:) This is my first submission ever. It's a short poem illustrating Edward Scissorhand's life before, during, and after his fleeting love with Kim Boggs. Hope you like it!
An incomplete man with scissors for hands
Constructed by an an old inventor who died suddenly,
Leaving his remarkable creation with no hands at all,
But with sharp, dangerous shears of metal as a pathetic substitute.
An innocent young woman with deep brown eyes and long, reddish-blonde hair,
Fascinated by the uncommonly gentle man with scissors for hands,
She gravitates toward him in an unconscious act of heartfelt affection
And he responds intensely, wanting nothing more than to love her.
Afraid to touch her, for fear of slicing her skin in a precarious manifestation of desire
Afraid to hold her, for fear of scarring her body in a treacherous embrace;
His fallen creator is remembered for the first time in many years
As the freezing snow continues relentlessly to fall from the stars.
Much time has passed, but the snow falls as it did that night,
And the man with scissorhands carves with his very own fingers ice statues
Glittering like diamond, as fragile as glass, as beautiful as the woman he knew so long ago
An old woman by now, long gone from his ageless life, yet we know somehow:
Edward Scissorhands will never fall in love again.