Cold Breeze

A Poem by ThisBadBloodHere

Old poem.

He looked perfect.

His skin looked beautiful and pale,

White as snow,

his cheeks and nose with a hint of pink.

He was cold.

I could almost feel his skin tingling as the cold breeze hit his face.

His mint rock pink lips.

His hair golden under the autumn sun shine.

© 2013 ThisBadBloodHere

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Added on February 25, 2013
Last Updated on February 25, 2013
Tags: beautiful, boy, love, skin, pale, winter, cold

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ThisBadBloodHere

Wonderland, United Kingdom

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I am Rebecca I am an art student from England and I use poetry, art, and photography to express myself. A part of me is always hidden and recently I have used poetry to express the inner me. more..

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