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Underneath the Pines



Underneath the Pines
By WickedDust on 09/10/2007
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Something different from wicked ash and powder
A love tale of sorts if it even matters




Once there was a boy
Who saw the world in a different light
He knew what the grass really smelled like
He saw the true colors of the leaves in fall
And he petted all the animals without malice

There was a girl
Who felt the wind in her hair
She saw the rain fall and create rainbows
She knew the texture of the mud in her hands
And she laughed aloud and smiled often

And they met on a spring night
Listening to the birds sing underneath the pine trees
Giggling and hugging each other constantly
Missing each other every moment apart
And wanting nothing but to be together forever

For six months their love grew
They met everyday under the pines
They braided the needles that lay on the ground
Making crowns and bracelets pretending to be royalty
And they told secrets to each other with no shame

Then the boy went to the pines
There he waited until her arrival
Waiting with butterflies as he often did
Singing to himself a love song for her
And when she finally came she was different

She told the boy a story
How she met another boy much older than he
Who showed her a different world than they were used to
She said he created a new curiosity in her
And she said that that new world was sex

The boy crushed the needle crown in his hands
He wetted the ground with his tears
His own world spun out of control
She seemed like a faceless stranger to him
And he hated her for changing his world

The boy still saw the girl from time to time around the town
He never spoke to her again
He never felt the wind or smelled the flowers again
He never went underneath the pines again
And he never sang that song again

He never cared again
And he crushed the hearts that were given to him

He died everyday when he saw the girl that used to smile often
She only frowns now


I reach out to show I care. But I do not want to touch you.

© By WickedDust On 9/10/2007 12:33:41 AM
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