More poetry from me all ready, Am I just crazy or do I really enjoy doing this? You be the judge. The teacher gave us a few different topics and we had to describe them in poem form.
This poem is of Erik's feeling as he stands on the rooftop holding the rose Christine dropped. Betrayal, love, and jealously are all rolled into one and I like how I start with him seeing the beauty of the snow and then realizing that he still loved her and didn't want to let her go with Raoul. Hope you like. Sorry for it being so short.
Snow Falling
Buckets upon buckets
Of tiny white stars
Falling from the heavens
Upon my black glove
They melt against my warmth
And look like an Angel's tears
No two are alike I've heard
And I believe that to be true
Because no one could be as beautiful as her