Winter, please hold me.
I want to feel frigid arms
squeezing the warmth from my heart,
I want to paint my insides white
and feel the ice
rush inside
the sudden emptiness of me.
If you could make
me like the snow,
then I would only take
a record of love leaving
but not really feel anything
when it goes.
True Facts.
Sometimes I want to be numb to things.
But then I remember that everything is beautiful (in its own way), and I take it back.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
1 comment:
AHHH IHOP LET'S GOOOOO!!!! lol.
and i know how you feel. at least that's how i am/was with rain. i love it so much... and particularly on cold days i like to take walks and just feel it all. the wetness, coldness, numbness... it's really comforting to me. and i really do cherish the moments i spend in the rain, because i actually FEEL something, you know? haha i'm done reflecting.
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