Can you feel it tingling up your arm?
Did it start at your pinky and went further and further?
You thought it wouldn't give you a harm?
No, believe me, it'll be fine. There won't be a murther.
Your hair is lining up? Oh sweety, it's only horripilation.
But don't move - I'll tell you a story full of fascination.
But don't move - lie down and close your eyes.
Next to you and the trees, the snow will arise.
It's your pillow and your coat,
keeps you safe, is your personal vindicator.
There'll be more mist as the night gets later,
laying its hand around your throat.
But honey, trust me, it'll be fine.
Can you still feel the wind on your skin?
Can you hear them calling "Where have you been?"
Because they know, now you're mine.
And as you breathe slower,
And your pulse goes lower,
Your mind is going to depart,
As the cold closes its hand around your heart.
YOU ARE READING
Emotions
PoetrySome kind of poems in English and sometimes in German. Just a bit of writing about current emotions, maybe you can relate ;) I'll try to put in something positive as well, but somehow until now, I've never got inspired for one of those. Grammar and...
