wandering through the woods
with a star-dappled night sky
painted above my head
things look different
at night
and I didn't realize
what I was getting myself into
until I stumbled into
a landscape of sparkling
snow-covered trees
the grass was tucked into bed
underneath a milky white blanket
the gates fell around me
with a startling clash
and I was surrounded
without a rusty key
I waited
for the sun to rise
I waited
for the glittering snowflakes to cease
I waited
for the warmth to spread over my skin like honey
I waited
for the grass to reach up and touch the sky
I waited
but the sun never rose
the snowflakes never ceased
the warmth never came
and the grass never saw the sky
I am trapped
in an
eternal winter
stuck at midnight
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Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
