I am winter.
my mind is
a temple of
the purest ice.you are summer
and
your trees
are sprouting
through the halls.I am melting.
YOU ARE READING
enigmatic
Poetryen·ig·mat·ic /ˌenəɡˈmadik/ adjective difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious. Just a collection of my shitty writing I like to call poetry. How unfortunate. (I am also rather edgy and depressed here so tw for some people but I promise I'm a...
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I am winter.
my mind is
a temple of
the purest ice.you are summer
and
your trees
are sprouting
through the halls.I am melting.