Disclaimer: Okay, I do not own Bones. But, I do own the poem. Fully 100 percent. Touch it, and you'll die.
Summary: Temperance is lost in her thoughts and writes a sad poem. Most likely oneshot. R&R please! Author's Note: Uhm, ok. I made this when I was sad and confused. First it was just for myself, now, 3 weeks later, I decided to adjust it a little (okay, maybe a lot, 'cause I'm not exactly like Temperance) and this came rolling out. If I get enough (positive) reviews, I'll probably make a story of this.
Everybody already got home, and Temperance stayed behind like always. Alone, like always. She sat down behind her computer and stared at blank page. She had the feeling she must write something, because she was feeling so many things it had to come out. She hated feeling like a blur. It just had to come out. When she began writing she lost track of time and thoughts.
I just want to scream
trapped inside this body
like a innocent little girl
who doesn't know how to care
I just want to scream
people tell me I'm cold
but isn't there anybody
who can light me up from the inside
I just want to scream
hoping the snow will go away on its own
like the sun who will shine
after stormy clouds
I just want to scream
to let people know I'm not made of ice
I can melt, I know I can
I just don't know how
I just want to scream
until my voice gets cracked
and someone to give me a reason
to be silent as I were
After she finished to final sentence she read it over again. And again. This was pretty shocking, but it was precisely how she felt. A chill ran over her body and she quickly pressed 'Save'. She just sat there, watching to the poem she just wrote, and couldn't care less about time. Then she noticed was feeling pretty tired, and cold too. She stood up, pulled her sweater on and lied down on the couch. As the words and sentences she just wrote float trough her head, she slumbered into a fast sleep.
So. There it was. If you review, I might continue. Might.