☮ & ♥

Snowflakes descend from the dark star-laced sky
they stick to the ground covering it's concrete flaws.
The air is cold but the girl doesn't mind.
She only pulls her coat tighter against her body.
She stands there on a set of railroad tracks that have started to rust away.
The tracks haven't seen a train in almost 15 years,
The rust is a sign of their loneliness
There is a fluorescent glow from a couple miles away
Off in the distance, holiday music fills the air
She can hear it faintly
She's glad to be away from the busy city.
There's nothing there for her anyways
As the time grows later, the moon only grows higher.
It's silver light illuminates her shadow on the white blanket.
Call her name, lead her to an escape
use the withered petals of roses that meant something
Sing along with her melody of scattered thoughts
Let this mean something she begs silently
Her mind is an open book, her eyes are the pages
a cliché feeling, give her a B for originality
Out of the cascading horizon approaches a figure
Focus now, the winds picking up.
blurry through the low visibility
a smile plays upon her lips
He approaches her, pressing his lips against her forehead
leaning to him, she forgets her problems
hand in hand, fingers intertwined
they walk the lonely tracks


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boo.
this is what I get for writing and watching Elf.
distraction is not good for the writer's brain.