Cold tears of love,

running down her freckled face,

eyelashes mopping up love,

that should'nt have been there in the first place.

Long and tangled hair,

sinking into the sand,

suddenly all her feelings,

have crashed and ran.

Common sense hoplessly thrown,

into the crashing waves,

this girls' never felt this cold and grave.

Her tongue frozen stiff,

so therefore speechless as can be,

colour draining from her face,

looking pale and ghostly.

Birds feeding upon her wounded toes,

they've rotten but she cant smell it,

through her nose.

I feel sorry for this girl,

inlove, she is too deep,

there's no helping her now,

she will sink into the sea.

xx.

By Nicole Elizabeth Bernadette Brunt.