Some words that are winter,
Some words that feel too cold.
They hit us harder,
Then a cold shower.
People who say them,
I wonder what led them,
To say such harshness,
To slay the calmness,
Still
Some words that are winter,
Some words that feel too cold.
Even the mountain snow,
Melts high and low.
Flows soft like a river,
And it remains forever.
But those words you say,
As plain as day,
Hurt
Some words that are winter,
Some words that feel too cold.
My breathing laboured,
But you speak clear and straight.
I endure it to listen
And I don't get mistaken.
Your every word comes in,
Becoming ingrained within
Me
Some words that are winter,
Some words that feel too cold.
When the dawn rises, I
Wonder if what I felt, right?
Words aren't actually icy,
Maybe, its just me.
I know you haven't changed,
Maybe I have melted,
Yet
Some words that are winter,
Some words that feel too cold.
YOU ARE READING
Pillow Folds
PoetryThoughts and images that turned in tears Tears that remained in pillow folds for years. Cover credits: @Kihi-98
