ScarlettEclipse
07-08-2008, 11:02 PM
I threw this together and wasn't sure. It's a bit corny but I don't know if that's ok because that's sort of how the narrator is. She's the type who sits around awaiting her very own Mr. Darcy...a hopeless romantic. Some might be a bit confuesing but a lot is going to be explained later on.
Lips I could never touch.
A body I could never hold.
One I could never be with.
My eyes focused on his image in the car mirror. I could see him standing there through the fog gripping a single beaten bag while tears flooded his vivid emerald eyes. No color was left in his face while he stood there all contorted which reminded me of ruins; a decrepit building that was slowly crumbling to the ground. If one was ever to see an image of pain it was him watching me disappear. I know he loved me and I know he loved me dearly or at least he did one time, but the thing was…his memory was gone. It was a sacrifice, my sacrifice yet it felt more along the lines of me selling my heart and the soul to save the world.
Lips I could never touch.
A body I could never hold.
One I could never be with.
My eyes focused on his image in the car mirror. I could see him standing there through the fog gripping a single beaten bag while tears flooded his vivid emerald eyes. No color was left in his face while he stood there all contorted which reminded me of ruins; a decrepit building that was slowly crumbling to the ground. If one was ever to see an image of pain it was him watching me disappear. I know he loved me and I know he loved me dearly or at least he did one time, but the thing was…his memory was gone. It was a sacrifice, my sacrifice yet it felt more along the lines of me selling my heart and the soul to save the world.