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The Girl In The Photograph
She was the definition of perfection, at least in his eyes...
Every strand of her midnight black hair, only added to the fact that her skin was utterly flawless...
Her eyes were a majestic, forest green, that gave off a small twinkle, that illuminated the darkness in the photo...
She held up a peace sign, that was complimented with a small smile, that was so warm and inviting...
He wanted to meet this girl...just to tell her of the admiration he felt...maybe he would even be able to touch her silky hair...
He would have to begin his search in the morning though, as the last glimmer of sunlight faded from the horizon, the young boy walked quickly through the night...
He reached his seemingly abandoned home, and crept inside...he quickly went into his room, making sure not to wake his mother...
The bed of his room, invited him for a good night's sleep and he gladly accepted it, wrapping himself in warm blankets, and letting his eyes flutter shut...
He awoke to a faint tapping...it was the girl...she stood outside his window with that same inviting smile...
He arose and went to her...in somewhat of a trance like state...he pressed his hand against the ice cold window, and stared at that gorgeous face of hers...
She began to frolic away from the window, spinning and giggling, then she waved for him to come closer, those eyes of hers gave such a seductive look...
Without a moment of hesitation he opened the window and climbed out, slowly moving towards her...
She daintily spun into the street, and stood there with arms opened towards him...
He quickly went towards her, realizing that this may be his only chance to touch her...
As soon as he touched the tips of her fingers, she faded into a light mist...
He did not notice the car hit him...he did not feel a thing...it was too quick, too instantaneous...
As the young driver stepped out the car, he took in the full realization that the boy was dead...but there was something that caught his eye...
In the boy's hand was a photograph of a beautiful women, her hair was a dark red, and her eyes were a intense hazel color, that gave the appearance of a burning fire...
She was holding up three fingers...
Every strand of her midnight black hair, only added to the fact that her skin was utterly flawless...
Her eyes were a majestic, forest green, that gave off a small twinkle, that illuminated the darkness in the photo...
She held up a peace sign, that was complimented with a small smile, that was so warm and inviting...
He wanted to meet this girl...just to tell her of the admiration he felt...maybe he would even be able to touch her silky hair...
He would have to begin his search in the morning though, as the last glimmer of sunlight faded from the horizon, the young boy walked quickly through the night...
He reached his seemingly abandoned home, and crept inside...he quickly went into his room, making sure not to wake his mother...
The bed of his room, invited him for a good night's sleep and he gladly accepted it, wrapping himself in warm blankets, and letting his eyes flutter shut...
He awoke to a faint tapping...it was the girl...she stood outside his window with that same inviting smile...
He arose and went to her...in somewhat of a trance like state...he pressed his hand against the ice cold window, and stared at that gorgeous face of hers...
She began to frolic away from the window, spinning and giggling, then she waved for him to come closer, those eyes of hers gave such a seductive look...
Without a moment of hesitation he opened the window and climbed out, slowly moving towards her...
She daintily spun into the street, and stood there with arms opened towards him...
He quickly went towards her, realizing that this may be his only chance to touch her...
As soon as he touched the tips of her fingers, she faded into a light mist...
He did not notice the car hit him...he did not feel a thing...it was too quick, too instantaneous...
As the young driver stepped out the car, he took in the full realization that the boy was dead...but there was something that caught his eye...
In the boy's hand was a photograph of a beautiful women, her hair was a dark red, and her eyes were a intense hazel color, that gave the appearance of a burning fire...
She was holding up three fingers...
Published 18th Dec 2012
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18th Dec 2012 11:42pm
Please criticize, but nothing too harsh...I just got back from about a year of not writing poetry...so mercy please...
19th Dec 2012 1:21am
I loved this one =]
My only criticism would be to cut it a little shorter. You're extremely descriptive and it all fits really nicely. Just try to cut out a few of the he's and she's. It might give it a little better flow. Looking forward to reading more ^_^
My only criticism would be to cut it a little shorter. You're extremely descriptive and it all fits really nicely. Just try to cut out a few of the he's and she's. It might give it a little better flow. Looking forward to reading more ^_^
I meant to write that your use of descriptive words was extremely good * =p
19th Dec 2012 2:58am
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19th Dec 2012 11:21am
Thanks to all of you...and I hope to get into a little groove again...making at least one poem a day...maybe two if you guys want me to...thanks again and you can expect more tonight...or tomorrow...wherever you may live...
22nd Dec 2012 1:35am
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30th Jan 2013 10:56am
Thank you Lali...love the new kitty...epic cuteness...and what's with the stutter...lol..and the babe...super lol...anyway thanks...
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