My pretty snowflake,
Drifting into a cold, frozen lake.
My little beauty,
Your not that new to me.
Coming once a year round,
Your weight is not even a pound.
Your worth cannot be found.
Your heart is as golden as one of Cinderella's new gowns.
And I wish that I could be with you now...
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book
PoetryI get alot of ideas for poetry during my every day life so here, I will be writing my favourite ideas and I hope you enjoy them! I am accepting requests if you want anything to read personally!
