écriture Article: Cold

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Cold

posted by GummyBears_11

A poem written par me. :]

Snow, snow, toi are perfect.
When toi fall down, toi are white. A clean white.
Beauty, beauty.
The beauty of snow.

We put on mittens, we throw on scarves.
We run outside a pick toi up, ball toi up,
and toss you.

Then we get cold.

We run inside and drink coffee and cocoa, we
snuggle up, we run hot baths.

Why, snow, why are toi so cold, so numbing?

~

A new girl at school is seen par the Queen bee.
She is approached.
The Queen bee wears expensive clothes and carries a designer bag.
Her hair is sleek and red, with gorgeous highlights in all the right places.

She isn't skinny, nor is she fat.
She's just right.

"Want to come eat with us?"

The girl eagerly nods and walks to the 'cool' table.

They become good friends.

Till the Queen bee does the unthinkable.

She spreads a rumor.

Of course, the poor new girl never had sex with
the Queen bee's hottie of the week.

The girl is marked off as a whore.

She wonders, why is beauty so cold?

~

Snow, Queen bees.

I must ask you.

toi are so beautiful, yet so cold. Why?
~

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posted by dragonwriter

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posted by viju

Shining down in eyes....

Do toi ever feel?
Like a melba toast
Breaking into pieces
With no way from sea to coast
Do toi ever feel
That you’re so ignorable
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You’re inescapable
Do toi ever feel like
You’re under pressure
But inside you’re cœur, coeur
There’s an aggression.

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Mellifluous voice in your mind
And than

(Chorus)
Run like a Meteor
Through the sky
Through the space
Shining down in our eyes
Run like a Meteor
Piercing the wind
With lightening speed
Shining down in everybody’s eyes

(Verse – II)
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You’re so irresistible
But really toi are
So capable
Do toi ever feel
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