Have you ever heard about the boy that meanders in the winter skies?
Lips peachy red, desirable and seducing; enticing to be bitten and sucked on. With skin as insipid as snow white, unblemished like a ceramic doll yet ready to be stained and tarnished. He has those eyes that pierce into your stare; leaving you lingering in those mists of obscure blackness and graceful, delicate movements lightly treading under the gleaming white clouds.
But he isn’t saccharine like apples nor amiable like the sun that lit the skies. No, he has a heart of untainted and pure ice. Crystals that weaves, encasing sentiments under his frozen nature. No one hears his voice but then again; their memories are destroyed by the time they even have time to recall.
So…have you ever heard about the boy that meanders in the winter skies?