Feb 2015
foul feelings plague my mind today
like a storm in a teapot
visible to some
but only to those few who dare to look into my eyes
through the frosted window
iced over by my arctic heart
C</3
like a storm in a teapot
visible to some
but only to those few who dare to look into my eyes
through the frosted window
iced over by my arctic heart
C</3
I plan to one day write a poem filled with joy. I do experience that joy, but lately nowhere near the magnitude to put it into the words it deserves
