SHE WAS LIFELESS

SHE WAS LIFELESS

CopyRight by 4FireKing

The Simple Poem. romantic of Life. 

Presented by Yuzu Yukihira

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She was lifeless.

With clouds of breath leaving her lips as she cried under the pale sky.

He thought she looked beautiful, if only she wasn't staring at the glowing screen of her cellphone.

What is the beauty of it when words are wasted?

How is it worth it when opportunities are wasted?

Does it make you feel more human?

What does it make you feel?

Do you feel comfortable, under the awkward silence across the room, when you're pressing on the screen?


Does it make the atmosphere any less tense?

I guess in a way, it's the only companion throughout the night.

When you feel empty and the only thing you listen to is songs for the broken hearted.

Or during the wee hours in the morning and you're walking in the park and classical music is playing in your ears.

Is that how it is?

A cellphone changed her.

She no longer spent her mornings on the bridge, gazing into the horizon.

But he saw her once, bent over a table and playing on her phone.

He wanted to prove her that.

Whenever he saw her, he was bringing a camera. And each angle of her was different on the pictures.

He thought it was a bit weird, and she may be scared if she found out.

But she was beautiful, in her own, strange way.

He just wanted her to realize that.