Gosh. Just look at that title. Total emo. hahahahaa..
But actually, it's kind of a happy post
On the chill of a winter's night.
Winds howling in this restless plight.
I don't remember when it started.
Where I curled up into my little corner.
Too afraid to touch, or see, or feel.
This winter is beginning to get too cold.
Then you reached out your hand
Like a torch or fire.
I might be burning myself,
but for now,
I feel like a spring flower in the dark of winter.
1 comment:
Such a beautiful poem! And it was published on my birthday. It makes me happy. Thanks :)
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