The Most Beautiful Thing Called UglyA Poem by {someone:.:unknown}just was looking at the snow, then remembering the one i loved
Look at the soft drizzle of rain,
i smile ahead at the long lane. Corners of my lips fall, realizing, someone in the world is crying. i have to stop standing, i have to start running... The rain is always having fun. crying with the noise it makes, tears of rain always seeing this pain. the rough sound of my feet are hidden, as the sound of my breath leaves my mouth, this lane is always going down south, i stop at the place, where i am lead. i heave my shoulders and turn my head. rain turned to snow... does this mean that i'm too late? does this mean Hope had died? i look ahead and see him to have realized i lied. i touch my fingers beneath my eyes. i've been the one crying. i mistook the snow for rain... because i know i've seen something more beautiful than snow, it's hard to restrain. he walked away from me, and didn't love me. he was something i couldn't have. i fell into the depth of the snow, smiling and believing. believing, that if i couldn't have him, then i wouldn't want anything else. shivering and finally closing my eyes. this snowy lane has become my demise, after a long time of running, ups and downs. i found the one i loved. but he hadn't loved me back. this snowy grave will always be my bed, would be something that covered my head, would be something that would never draw back, will replace something i lack. This ugly love i have is something beautiful. © 2010 {someone:.:unknown}Author's Note
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StatsAuthor{someone:.:unknown}inside my own lost soul, INAboutSo i'm a womanly person that enjoys the simplicities of life. i love looking through antique shops, i'm a huge cuddle bug, although i act like a toughy sometimes i still like being treated like a girl.. more..Writing
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