She sits by the cool blue water Her spiky red hair has the look of flames It is an extreme contrast to her snow white skin The water matches the tears of sorrow Spilling from her charcoal grey eyes She is tall, slender and pale Like an Aspen tree in winter If it weren't for the flames dancing along her scalp She would blend in to the snow drift she is propped up against The white dress draped over her slight frame looks like a lily She has a small black daisy tucked behind her ear It brings out her eyes Making them look like polished stones As the diamond like tears fall from them to her delicate rose petal cheeks They freeze and sparkle in the moonlight The moons reflection on the water has the appearance of a silver coin She draws a beautiful butterfly in the snow with her long delicate finger As a tear finds its way to the snow the drawing comes to life Flitting back and forth looking for color The butterfly is translucent The girl can see the trees through it's wings Finally it lands on her flower and turns black The girl lets it land on her finger She looks down at it and says softly "You and I are the only ones holding color in this lonely place" She smiles a beautiful crooked smile No longer alone the tears have stopped She now sits in the snow and talks to her newfound friend
16 years, 7 months & 19 days ago
