december : 23rd
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his enigmatic laugh echoes
across the sky-scraping walls
of my isolated kingdom,
so frigid ─
yet lovely.
i glide over the fountain of ice,
and he catches me,
everytime i fall ─
when i feel like frost coated leaves,
craving the midsummer dream.
his hands are warm and smooth,
contrary to the
cruel crispness of december.
my hollow heart aches for his embrace now,
but he is fairly transient ─
and melts sooner than
the snowflakes.
── frozen.
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a/n : ngl, i feel so cold! <3
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Poetrybut you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth, filled with words that have died on my lips. © 2020 mia ruby jane | all rights reserved [ a poetry collection ]
