A cold hand, against a cheek of sadness.
There lips touch
Exchanging each others bitter pain.
Frozen in time,
these two have met.
Pulled in close by that one's cry.
Frozen in time,
There is no gap.
Their hearts are tied,
By a thin line of blood.
Slow breathes of air
Forming clouds of loneliness around these two.
Frozen in time,
They are together.
They are alone.
They are one.
Their eyes open,
Meeting face-to-face.
They stare into each other's dying eyes
And everything unfolds.
Their line is cut
The clouds recede
Their lips melt apart,
As time begins to drift once more...
Permanent tears
Trails down one's cheek
As her only hope,
Her blanket of love,
Fades away
And a gap
Much larger then before
Forms...
