It is grey and snowy here
And I kinda miss the sun
She said
Woman
I am wishing you the warmth only a lover can offer
Via breathy nothings into your ear
Fills you like a balloon
And stands you so still
That your shadow on the snow
Looks more like a stain
I know you
Like the snowy backdrop of my foggy thoughts
When poetry is all that is left
To know who we are
And what we’ve become
It is us trapped in the porcelain distance
Between scalding hot coffee
And your shaking palm
So this is me
Wishing you warmth
And love
And burning belly cinderblock butterflies
The kind that don’t make you tremble
Just settle
Into the comfiest spot you know
Still cold?
I didn’t think so
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 3:49 PM UTC
It is grey and snowy here
And I kinda miss the sun
She said
Woman
I am wishing you the warmth only a lover can offer
Via breathy nothings into your ear
Fills you like a balloon
And stands you so still
That your shadow on the snow
Looks more like a stain
I know you
Like the snowy backdrop of my foggy thoughts
When poetry is all that is left
To know who we are
And what we’ve become
It is us trapped in the porcelain distance
Between scalding hot coffee
And your shaking palm
So this is me
Wishing you warmth
And love
And burning belly cinderblock butterflies
The kind that don’t make you tremble
Just settle
Into the comfiest spot you know
Still cold?
I didn’t think so
Hope this helps. ;-{)
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