Frozen over during winter,
nights become longer and longer,
rivers became mirrors of ice
and all the animals tried to hide
from the cold and the ferocious winds.
The birds rarely ever sing.
Flowers crushed by the cold
and leafless trees seemed brittle and old.
Then you came
and nothing was ever the same.
Blocks of ice melts to water,
the brown trees grow greener and greener,
days grow longer as nights grow shorter,
birds sing about the delightful weather.
Rivers flow with hope and jubilance,
rose-pink flowers bloom in abundance.
The yellowed grass grows green and tall;
no sorrowful memories remain of the fall.
Animals creep out from under their rocks.
All remnants of winter the animals forgot.
You unfroze me.
you're my spring.
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A Series Of Events
PoetryI've found that I am most comfortable in discomfort and chaos, as opposed to serenity and happiness; probably because this broken part of me is all I've ever known. love, turmoil, desperation, infatuation, betrayal, death. these poems will contain...
