Please, I beg of you, how do I keep her,
With warped memories like sleet on a road,
The quiver in her hands show how she's colder
In her mind where channels of ice have flowed.
The gray air that she inhales leaves her lips
In a puff of fluorescent shades of blue,
And the world in her eyes drowns as she slips,
Dazed by questions, like which beliefs are true?
One day the world will deny her no more;
The dry tinder for ember flames to bloom,
Reasons to thaw her frozen fingers sore,
Her damp lashes raise the blanket of gloom.
So mind the melted snowflakes on her cheek;
Warmth may rid the frost that makes life seem bleak.
[if the first verse seems familiar it's because the assignment was to write a sonnet inspired by lyrics of a song we liked (I chose "Oh Miss Believer" by twenty one pilots bc I'm #edgy) to see if we could properly carry the same sensations or feelings]
YOU ARE READING
ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ
RandomActual school writing assignments from my actual gosh darn life. Sometimes something edgy will pop up. We like to have fun around here.
