Did you ever see me? I don't think you did.
Hours pass, soon days and months.
Snowflakes blow through the air,
I stand out here, tank-top and some shorts
In the distance children build snow ball forts.
I've got a pair of boots, and that's it.
My skin is ice cold, but I feel no chill.
The snowflakes each a different pattern,
as the land gets even flatter.
Ice cold, that's what it is.
Ice cold, stories have been told.
Have you ever fell in love, and failed in trust?
The ice in my soul is a folder for the trust that's been lost
Now I'm a person I once was not.
I've caught something, but it's not a cold.
The waters frozen, the day is getting old.
Bathing in the snow might've been bold...
Yet, it wasn't ice cold.
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
PoetryLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.
