December 2014
You've given me the chills,
But you're the fire on my skin.
Like a snowflake in the air,
You've blown me away with the wind.
Like a flower in the cold,
You've burnt me on top of snow.
If you touch me once again,
It'll be a mess,
I beg you, just go.
YOU ARE READING
Mindless
PoetryIn here lies pieces of Katherine's mind. What it felt like to love someone and what it felt to be left behind. She is a wanderer, one who writes poems about her adventures. This is her most prized possession, the Mindless days of her wandering hear...
