Post by Ashlynn Minerva Rose on Feb 20, 2007 1:34:42 GMT -5
Warning: angst
A/N: This is for the 'Whose Line Is It Anyway' challenge at The Hideaway.thaelixir.proboards49.com/index.cgi
A/N: This is for the 'Whose Line Is It Anyway' challenge at The Hideaway.thaelixir.proboards49.com/index.cgi
Her Broken Heart
by Minerva Rose
It was only a phantom,
the ghost in her dreams;
a light shining through
the darkest of blacks.
His face glowed like a beacon of hope;
a lone star in the night sky.
His hand blackened no longer,
now a shining silver wisp,
reached out for her
with want and desire.
His lips the same perfect shape as before
forming that smile as bright as the sun.
His wardrobe still eccentric
with all the purples and reds
and the silvery stars
dancing on end.
But most importantly are his eyes,
with that sparkling glimmer
of mischief and intelligence
that can match no other.
His blue irises brighter then the sky;
With a twinkling blink
he had my heart in a bind.
But something was wrong
with his brilliant eyes.
A spark was missing
a connection lost,
and the last thing she saw
was the love dying and gone.
She awoke with a start
bolting upright so quick;
sweat drenched her body
her clothes and the bed.
Her surroundings focused
her memory came back,
and a slow tear trickled down
her pale porcelain face.
That's how the dream always went,
waking with a start,
realizing the Phantom
was her broken heart.
by Minerva Rose
It was only a phantom,
the ghost in her dreams;
a light shining through
the darkest of blacks.
His face glowed like a beacon of hope;
a lone star in the night sky.
His hand blackened no longer,
now a shining silver wisp,
reached out for her
with want and desire.
His lips the same perfect shape as before
forming that smile as bright as the sun.
His wardrobe still eccentric
with all the purples and reds
and the silvery stars
dancing on end.
But most importantly are his eyes,
with that sparkling glimmer
of mischief and intelligence
that can match no other.
His blue irises brighter then the sky;
With a twinkling blink
he had my heart in a bind.
But something was wrong
with his brilliant eyes.
A spark was missing
a connection lost,
and the last thing she saw
was the love dying and gone.
She awoke with a start
bolting upright so quick;
sweat drenched her body
her clothes and the bed.
Her surroundings focused
her memory came back,
and a slow tear trickled down
her pale porcelain face.
That's how the dream always went,
waking with a start,
realizing the Phantom
was her broken heart.
