It was snowing that day cold and damp
As she sat longing for some sun.
The days passed much like the snowflakes, no one looking like the other.
Simply fleeting by, trailing along with the wind.
The bench which she sat on was her only place of solace.
A place where she could get away- to clear her mind,
But there's a blizzard in her mind as well, covering all of her precious thoughts.
She fights through the storm, but sometimes it's too much to handle,
So she gets up and starts to walk, feet sloshing in the snow as she goes
Slowly walking back to the same life she can't break free from
Because there's always a blizzard on her mind.
She longs for her life to be as free as the snowflakes passing by her,
But the flurries just don't come that often,
And her solace can only be found on a bench.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
It was snowing that day cold and damp
As she sat longing for some sun.
The days passed much like the snowflakes, no one looking like the other.
Simply fleeting by, trailing along with the wind.
The bench which she sat on was her only place of solace.
A place where she could get away- to clear her mind,
But there's a blizzard in her mind as well, covering all of her precious thoughts.
She fights through the storm, but sometimes it's too much to handle,
So she gets up and starts to walk, feet sloshing in the snow as she goes
Slowly walking back to the same life she can't break free from
Because there's always a blizzard on her mind.
She longs for her life to be as free as the snowflakes passing by her,
But the flurries just don't come that often,
And her solace can only be found on a bench.
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