Summer or winter?
Winter is what I'm more like,
an excuse to cuddle into a friends embrace.
Sharp, pristine, clean,
white snow so beautiful, yet so dangerous.
I may keep you entertained for hourrs,
before succumbing to silence, or an
unattainable goal not to be reached.
My heart will melt away its wall,
become warm,
but winter will always be cold and mysterious.
Peaceful silence engulfing sounds,
romantic mood,
I am more like winter, cold,
beautiful, like a blue rose,
and mysterious.
