Poets' Practice Pad

Her finger tips sent shivers.
Her lips remained an artic hue.
He had tried so hard to reach her
but...
Her stare had once been deep
enough to bring him to his knees.
Then those pools of acorn black
let way to streams of bitter tears.
Now she looked right through him
as if he wasn't even there.
Goosebumps swept over him
as she crept into the room.
Once she sang with the voice of angels,
now her mouth remained sealed.
He had tried all he could to save her
but
It had been countless fozen nights
that led to this cold Dawn.




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