In the distance she could hear the whistle of the train at it moved steadily across the tracks. As it drew closer she could feel its power of mighty steel. The ground shook as it passed her by. Its coldness without feeling traveling miles down the line. She walked that day in the pouring rain. Much like that train feeling cold to the touch. Unlike the train, she felt empty inside. Without feeling walking mile after mile, never a smile. She thought, that is not the way love is. Love does not destroy, it builds an everlasting bond. Love isn't a feeling of empty- ness. It's the feeling of warmth, and contentment. The paper she held tightly in her hand, that she clutched onto, read over and over, made sense to her now. She let it fall to the ground and it never made a sound. written by: Paula aka Angel Of Love January 3, 2004 |
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