Drip Drop, mug is filled
Cold marshmallows melting
He was sitting on the couch
Sipping his hot chocolate
His dark brown eyes focusing on the fireplace
I was rubbing my hands next to it
He was glowing even tho he was freezing
Smiling even if sad
Laughing even if mad
Singing even if broken
I want to be the one to fix him.
YOU ARE READING
Until the days of the Spring
PoetryWhen Winter and War separate two persons from loving each other. One has to go fighting, and the other is unable due to health problems. ❄️💙
