You and your friend
Created a snowman
In your backyard.
Its nose was crooked,
Its hands were uneven
And it had a smile made of rock.
But you loved it anyway,
And you put time and effort into that snowman
Knowing all too well that you wouldn't get much in return.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
PoetryI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
