i had no purpose nor meaning,
my life was in a direction so misleading.
the heavens decided a fateful encounter,
as if to rob me of this mood so somber.
until you came with a winter breeze,
but you greeted me with a smile so warm.
you were the first thing to shine,
in this dull point of view of mine.
your hair is winter fire,
January embers
My heart burns there too.
this feeling... this euphoric feeling.
...forelsket.
| (c): the stanza I used before this stanza above was from It (the movie) by Stephen King; it was written by Ben Hanscom to Beverly Marsh; disclaimer |
