You held her hands;
Tight, in the snow, and warm.
The snowflakes, fall;
On your hands before the storm.Closing your eyes;
You feel your heats exchange.
Oh but please look outside;
You're walking to the storm, closing it's range.They scream out their lungs;
Trying to break those mirrors down.
But oh, you're building them back up;
All you want to see is you both together around.I could see nothing but all greed;
In the eye of the storm.
It's waiting for you to reach closer;
Throwing away everything along.I close my eyes, as I saw;
You getting inside the wind.
Imagining inside;
Pieces of glass piercing.But when I open my eyes;
There was no storm but a breeze.
And I could see your mirror still intact;
And I could see the voices freeze.And oh, you both got just a scar;
Another scar to be proud on.
And oh, a snowflake, it did fall again;
Fell on your hands and flew off to the sun.
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Minutes To Forever
PoetryBest at #7 in poetry (29/11/16) There are some thoughts, some thoughts and some feelings. Those who seep deep down your heart, they anchor to your soul. And you can't get them apart, they are one of your own. You look at familiar faces, hoping the...