Barefoot on pavement,
shorts and sweaters in the snow.
Toes freezing,
snow angels linked,
eating the same snowball.
Building an aisle,
a hoopa,
two snowgirls at the end,
holding hands,
wearing rings of golden grass.
(she doesn't see the blood
spattered on the road)
Frostbitten legs,
warm cider in our hands,
watching the sunset from the roof.
Dropping the rose thorns on the ground,
walking away,
never looking back.
Feeling like our love
could melt the snow
landing in our eyelashes.
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Stormy Shoals: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAnother poetry collection from my heart, just letting the words bleed onto the page. I mask the hurt with pain, because pain demands to be felt. But hurt just demands to ruin your life.... 🖤🖤Trigger warning: everything🖤🖤 "Criminally underrated...
