White falls from the sky,
slowly making everything surrounding it cold.
It begins to fall faster,
faster,
faster,
getting colder,
colder,
colder.
Until your bright fiery light appears,
coming to warm me up,
and save me from the cold, dark inside.
Your voice making me wake up,
bringing me back to life.
Melting away the snow,
bringing light,
shielding me from the dark.
And protecting me from the dangers,
past and present.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
