people say i'm crazy
for running barefoot
on the cold, damp street
but winter wants
to dance with me,
and it's easy to laugh
in her company
everything disappears
when i spin in the icy air
and i am at my best
soon the season will end,
and i am disappointed
i will fall in love with
winter again next year
but this time
i'll watch her dance
alone from the safety
of my apartment,
through a crooked
window in my bedroom
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
