They say global warming is just a hoax,
so explain the inexplicable rising of heat
that stains a jellyfish pink across my cheeks
whenever you call my name.
Tell me why there's another green Christmas
with tall, whimsical blades of grass
dodging the forbidden frost yet another December,
but you and I still dressed in matching ugly sweaters.
Forge the name of ice over glimmering rivers
while we picnic beside it, clinking glasses,
although we should be grasping onto each other
for dear life as we glide across the thin glass.
They say global warming is just a hoax,
but every second spent held in the security
of your arms is one step closer to
melting the heart of Mother Nature.
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Virgo Vigilance
PoetryThe musings and melodic memories of a Virgo, who knows very little about actual astrology. A song can be either happy or sad, but both hold a specific melody that deserves to be played. Sing along to the sunshine that'll pour through your soul as...
