I've reached far beyond the extremities of hypothermia
With an ice land for a soul
Warmth will never indulge with my heart
Those were the tales you were told
But I yearn for the summer sun
To melt what's left of my iceburg smile
When will the snowy residue cease to escape my eyes?
When will the storm settle within my mind?
My thoughts lay like rubble
Scattered and confused in a pile
Well the tales are true
My cold front will confirm your suspicions
They will freeze every acre of hope you had for me
But deep down... I'm a snowflake
Intricate to the eye and delicate to the touch
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Inside Her Roses | A Poetry Collection
RomanceTake a journey Inside Her Roses and discover fields budding with Romance. Each petal is a sensual experience that will lead you to personal depths of understanding, challenging you to feel and empowering you to be. Bask in 70 poetry pieces that blee...
