My legs are eaten by the snow.
My eyes only look at the stars.
My mind thinks of your kind smile.
My skin and lips are turning pale.
I cannot move.
Remember our light?
The one star we saw that night-
It passed by the sky to greet me.
If you could hold me tight
Just one more time...
My legs are numbed by the cold.
My eyes and mouth are shut closed.
My mind remembers your warmth.
My hand raises up to the sky...
To try to reach for your light-
I saw a couple the other day.
They kissed in the moon light.
I missed you even more that night.
They walked away without noticing me,
And the snow continues to hold me tight.
Just a little more time Juliet-
But I am no Juliet.
I am no Desdemona.
But if I was Hero...
The snow almost kills my everything,
But snow has no mind or feeling.
Until numbed without it knowing,
It continues to torture my body
As it looks at you and says,
"Even if Far is you, I will never Fargetto."
I smile.
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~Feelings Purette~
PoëzieRespect the elegance of writing, communication, and music. Those things are a part of our every day lives. Even if you don't really care... Think again. They are good words and sounds, even if they don't mean well. Most of these poems are based off...
