i am snow. i pile high and higher on the ground.
you are wind. you change everything you touch.
yes, i am frozen; the pale skeleton of what i used to be.
and yet, do you still change me?
no longer do i climb up high along the shore,
no longer do i leave my mark along the sand.
no longer am i clear blue water- no.
you made me soar, you made me crash, you left me still-
but now i stand my ground.
yes, i am frozen; the pale skeleton of what i used to be.
i am unchanging.
you pass right overhead, leaving me untouched
excpert for tiny flattened waves just upon the surface-
almost more like cracks upon my delicate face.
yes, even though i am frozen
i will always be mostly what i was.
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[a few poems]
Poetry"i liked everything about him. the way he walked, the way he smiled, the way he laughed. i liked it all. i never told him though. i guess that's why he thought it was alright to let me go."