"Why is it that,
I'm burdened to bare,
The loss of something,
Never there
How is it that,
You grabbed my hand,
When I was drowning,
On dry land?
And held me close,
To keep me warm,
From summer suns,
Within your storm
And your igloo
Became my home,
Until the day,
I learnt to roam.
And felt the sun,
On my bare skin,
Awaken who
You'd locked within.
And melted down
The world I knew,
Into a puddle,
beneath my shoe.
Had I found warmth?
In this snowman,
That lives within,
My watering can
So I call out;
"Where are you? Where?
Did you leave me, or
Were you never there..."'
-Arabella Katt (xCaptainCl3mentinex)
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Pocket Full Of Poetry | Collection Of My Original Poetry | Arabella Katt
PoesíaA collection of poetry I have written. Enjoy! " I Climb Into The Tallest Tree, Where You Could Never Find Me, Where Words On Paper Planes Fly Free, Watch stories sail across the sea In My Ink Filled World Where I Can Be, With Pockets Full Of Poetry"...
