Goodbye

by Taryn   Mar 11, 2006


There is no color to her skin
Her lips are cold as ice
Her black hair dances in the wind
I lift her up
Then place her down
She falls deep into the wind
I stare down at her
Till she hits the bottom
She is now gone forever
Noone knows but me
I leave the cold outside
Dissapearing into the night

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