Author: riotmaker PM
and it's not what you think. we're in love but the cigarettes are done and midnight strikes. cinderella goes home.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 125 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 10-17-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2261803
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The air is bitter cold,
and when the chills run through
her, she pulls the hood over
long tangled hair, and slips
her hand into his.
They're leaning on his
dirty red car, like rust bleeding
into autumn leaves
and when the first frost falls,
she exhales and traces hearts
on the windows.
He finishes his cigarette first
and she frowns at him playfully.
As his lips slide into
a slow grin, she blows the
smoke into his face, laughing
with all the innocence he wants.
As her cherry fades out and
her numbing fingers drop
it to the asphalt, his strong
arms pull her into him and
their lips touch quickly
and as her hood falls down,
she twists away and walks home.