…Feel the Stars and Sky…
He can't believe
That she's gone
Won't believe
That she's left.
But the body
Lies like snow
Just as white
And just as cold
And he lets it
Act like snow
Blanketing his
Disturbed body
- Melting from the
Loss and grief
And all that has been
Yanked away –
Numbing him with
Frigid ice.
He vows that he
Won't move away
Won't budge until
He's stuck to earth
And plants some roots
And grows so high
He feels the stars
And feels the sky
And feels his mother's love
Again.
A/N: Wow – lots of requests! Yay!
This one's for Wilder123. It's not exactly Whitestorm, but I hope he/she likes it.
I do. It reminds me of the Briarkit one.