As the bizzard blows; I despertely seek warmth; as I walk half froze to death,I observe my surroundings; searching for something anything to put me out of my misery; over taken by the cold, I collapse; to the right of me I see a hand sticking out of the snow, I dig as fast and as hard as I can; I uncover a pale body; the man looks familiar; I jog though my memories, he was my closest friend; I carefully lifted him from the snow, and shielded him from the bitter cold wind; his body is so cold, his once full pouty lips,are chapped and frozen; his cold body quivered; he opened his clear blue eyes choking and caughing he said my name; as I was desperately trying to keep him warm, he asked me if I would kiss him; he began to kiss me, all of the sudden, his body went totally limp; knowing he was dead, I held him close; just a few years ago he was full of life; as I looked at his lifeless bodt, I began to cry; Wishing I had told him right then and there, death has filled the air; my whole body is frozen, pain shoots though my bones, I lay down next to him, still crying, wishing he was still alive; knowing that I was going to die soon; I think about my family and my childhood; the pain has ceased, everything goes dark; I picture the first time I met him; the best thing that has ever happened to me; the pain comes again; this time excrusiating; I die next to my closest friend; A few weeks pass, and a search team searches the area; my family with them, crying, they find our lifeless bodyies; buried deep in the snow; I still ask myself, why it had to be us.
copyrights by:Adriene Whitford 5/7/00
Birth sign: Scorpio
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