Frozen,
Crystal drops of dew.
Slowly sliding down the window,
Collecting into groups.
Whistling comes through the windows,
White fluffs covering the ground.
Inside with a blanket,
Keeping warm with the coffee that I found.
My thoughts spiral like the blizzard,
That whisks and roars outside my household.
Before landing on an analogy,
How even beautiful things can have a heart that's cold.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
Frozen,
Crystal drops of dew.
Slowly sliding down the window,
Collecting into groups.
Whistling comes through the windows,
White fluffs covering the ground.
Inside with a blanket,
Keeping warm with the coffee that I found.
My thoughts spiral like the blizzard,
That whisks and roars outside my household.
Before landing on an analogy,
How even beautiful things can have a heart that's cold.
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