The Shallow Graves of Snow Angels

July 15, 2008
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The cold wind blows her hair around
And I’m starting to believe
That something more is dying here
Than the leaves upon the trees

The burning fire’s burning low
And the darkness eats the sun
The snow is white and the blood is red
And this love I can't outrun

I look up as the snowflakes fall
And I realize so must I
I look up and see her face
And it makes me smile as I die

I wave my arms and move my legs
And I hope she’ll understand
The message that I’m trying to say
As the feeling leaves my hands

This love of mine is killing me
And I just can’t make her see
That the snow angels all lost to time
Were made for her by me





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emilyy said...
Nov. 12, 2008 at 4:35 am
i love your poems
 
catherinelaughs said...
Oct. 4, 2008 at 9:52 pm
so good. i hope whoever you're writing to is really appreciating this.
 
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