Ruth

Thursday, March 12, 19988:55:30 PM

Hair,

Black

The darkest depths of night

Eyes

Focusing, probing, uncertain

As they slide over to look at me

Fast, fleeting, flashing, darkness

Smile

Beautiful, pasted, gone

Beautific curve of lips

Pure emotion of rosy wings

Or fake to assure.

Expression

Promising danger

In the war of his dreams

As he got the ball

And attacked with it

Or of unpolluted emotion

Happiness, lost,

Angry, frowning, lost,

Sadness, bitterness, lost.

Strength

Strong, yet weak

Skilful slashing killing

Like a secret weapon

Voice

Male, roughly rough, dark

Belonging

To the color of Death

The darkness of pitch black night sky

And,

Play, chances, risk fate and death

Crimson is a shadow

Spilling, as dreams softly break

And light on the road one takes

Blazing, is gone,

Too late.

The darkness,

Yet burning with his own

White flame

Brilliant, fragile, strong, everlasting.

Frame

Slender, fragile, brittle

Like a girl

Leaning against his larger friends

Resting tiredly, lazily

Elegantly strolling, gliding, jumping,

Slam-dunking, shooting

Absolute grace

Mistakes made yet unblamable

Unmistakable sheen in the

Darkness

Flawful, yet flawless

Number eleven

My most important person.

8:55:38 PM, March 12, 1998

Ruth
 

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