the snow looked beautiful
flakes fall, as i do
whenever i look at you
i melt at your touch
your heat spreading to
my every dimension
i'm not good enough...
...yet
if i slip, will you catch me?
hold my hand
or pull me back up?
until i can stand on my own again
without you.
or will you tell me to deal with it
on my own
like
everybody does
you're cold,
i'm cold, too
is it just me that feels
when we collide
we create sparks of...
something?
as you slide past me,
joyous and exhilarated,
i wonder if i could be the reason.
