The days grow cold,
as the sun sets down by.The snowflakes fall,in a delicate white.
The spark in your eyes,
are now dulled down to flames.Begging for another,another day.
I see you walk,
looking above at the blue sky.
Your brown eyes seem soft,
fragile as you sigh.
You gave me a smile,
telling me you're okay.
You dont need to hide,
I'll hold your hands tight.
I see the hidden pains behind your smile,
the millions thoughts that run through your precious mind.
The countless tears you're holding back.
I'll lend you my shoulder and hold your hand.
You're not alone.I'm here with you forever.You're not alone, baby.I'll hold your hand.Warm it up, take a peek into your dainty heart.
YOU ARE READING
Aesthetics
Randomaesthete /ˈiːsθiːt,ˈɛsθiːt/ noun a person who is appreciative of and sensitive to art and beauty. a collection of my poems of all genres, from heartbreak to first love, from cherry blossoms to hot summer evenings at the beach. I hope you enjoy
