Just like the snow outside,
His heart is cold and white..
He doesn't want to sing carols,
He doesn't want a sleigh ride..

He wants to sit in cimmerian shade
and sink in his mindfulness
to reach the jolly memories
when she was by his side..
Just like the snow outside,
His heart is cold and white..

You always wanted me to
write a poem for you
You'd be surprised to find out
that thoughts of you are
in the form
of only the most intricate forms of
poetry
I align your flaws and quirks into
the finest haikus
Five syllables about how your smile brightens up
a rainy day
Seven syllables about how that freckle on your cheek
makes me weak
Five syllables about how I never liked brown eyes
until you came along