3 December 2012
@LittleKitten
He's different. His eyes are the colour of rubies And his hair a snowy grey, As if he was decorated with a Christmas tree in mind; The silver tinsel And the glowing red lights.
He's elegant, Though he calls himself hideous And proceeds to shatter any mirror that he may pass, As if it were a fire just dying to be put out.
But as with any mirror, You may shatter it But the shards remain. He puts the fire out, Yet a few golden sparks remain And stay Just in the corner of his eye Always glowing.
He doesn't have a car, always goes around on that bike. Blue, Yellow, Pink. He talked to me, Shared his thoughts.
And with the innocence of a young girl, He fell in love.
Contest entry • Opuss № I