How I Describe Thou?
He confidently described himself
As a season of winter.
So cold, he thought his ice-cold heart won't even melt.
So cold, he thought I won't stay long enough in there.
But my perception is completely diametrically opposed.
I instead described him as a winter fire.
A fire that equaled my sweltering heart.
I believe that there can be atleast a minuscule amount of fire
in the dead of winter.
YOU ARE READING
Loving in the Dead of Winter
Poetryloving you is like walking through those sharp glasses. it's getting more painful as I keep going.
