Cold
Like the winters breeze
White
Like the winter’s snow
Icy blue
Are her eyes
Never leaving his face
Black is the color of her heart
How
Not her fault
Taken
Was her soul
Stolen
Many years ago
Red
Is the color on her hands
Blood
The only thing keeping her alive
Why?
Because he has commanded
Hate
The one things he
Loves
Is the only thing she wants
Coal
Are the color of her wings
Broken
Are they now from not listening to his
Screams
Covering her ears and not listening to
Evil
Words that came from his mouth
Beautiful
His face once was, now
Scared
From a knife missing his heart
Pain
Is what she suffered from that
Wound
Never letting the grudge
Go
No where that he won’t know
Why
Because in his own little way
She
Is his
Sanity
His lives
Blood
Is the color the rivers flow
Now
Never to be
Blue
Like her beautiful
Stare
Keeping her eyes on him never
Taking
Anything more from
Him
Now that she has
Won
His respect
And
Maybe his
Love
