Her finger was the color of white
It was so noticeable
Against the fruit of juniper
And the snow blended seamlessly
With the pale shade
Her fingers caressed the fruit
Touching it like how she did
If something was fragile
She did not want to hurt it
Like how she did before
Her former lover's heart was hurt
It was she who did it
It seemed like it could never be mended
Her fingers tried to sew the organ back
All together, it was gone
- Title: To Mend The Heart
- Artist: -rAindrops_on_rOs3s
I was just very bored, and I found out there was a Writing Arena.
I never knew that...I've been on Gaia since August 07.
So just comment, I don't care, because I think this writing is horrible.
- Date: 12/12/2008
- Tags: winter sonata poem