Frostbitten
The freeze turned my fingertips blue with ice
because the winds had blown away my mitten
Frostbitten
A boy with honey-suckle eyes and soft brown hair
walked up to me and returned the little red mitten
Frostbitten
The wind swirled and pushed the boy and I together,
my cheeks tinged blossom cherry pink, I sure was smitten
Frostbitten
We stood both wide eyed and paralized; his arms wrapped round my waist,
I was pretty sure the lovely dovey thoughts were on my face, clearly written.
Frostbitten
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Teardrops Turned To Words
PoetryPoetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted. ~ The first few poems are very amateur so if you want you can skip to the end where my better and most recent poems are. Published: 2.11.16 Finished: 9.20.17
