She Was Thinking the Death of An Angel

This is written by a 12 year old student. I am the vehicle. This is amazing Tears consumed his emerald eyes This time there was not flicker of hope in his iris as he wept over the limp body Droplets of water rolled down his pale cheeks into her golden hair It seemed to disappear into her winding locks as if her once radiance had dried up the rain Why had the world tortured him by presenting his angel more beautiful than the sun Why did he still feel her gentle embrace although she was laying right in front of him His feet stung on the frosty hard wood floor yet her fragile hand was as warm as a fire The fire that once burned in his heart as he saw her ivory skin in the moonlight Those memories of sneaking out under the stars dug the knife in his back even further Her eyes were closed never to see the baby blue again Her lips were still the rosy red even if they had no life in them The sorrow in his eyes was more immense with each passing minute Then a sigh cracked on his lips His forest green sleeves wiped up the pool of tears As his shaking hands carefully gripped the knife from her chest The blood from the blade dripped on her flowing white dress At last the pain had stopped As he pondered on where to hide his greatest secret