The Blood

January 10, 2008
By Alyse Cicinelli, St Charles, IL

We grow stronger
The day has just died
Yet we feel alive
As night Lights up the sky
I sit here in this dark dimmed room, with my purple lava lamp
Waiting for you
I hear you crying
Your voice is shaky
You’re broken
Inside, our blood forms as one
You grab my hand
Your eyes remind me of a dark hole, filled with tears
Our skin as were touching is warm
I try the best to comfort you, just like you would do for me
Talking it out like we always do
The blood is cold we are not though
Still warm
For I believe god has put us together
To form a new blood

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