Dec 2017
Outside the weather is cold
Wind blows like a freezer
Through the walls it enters
It permeates my lonely soul
Devoid of whom I love
Wind blows like a freezer
Through the walls it enters
It permeates my lonely soul
Devoid of whom I love
Another of my 5-5 poems that I call Xicos.
5 words across, 5 lines total. These depict nature, usually in the first 2 sentences, and love, usually the last two sentences.
I don't like that second line, mainly because of the word "freezer".
I guess you could say I'm going through some heartache, the love type. Some things we can't help, can't we?
5 words across, 5 lines total. These depict nature, usually in the first 2 sentences, and love, usually the last two sentences.
I don't like that second line, mainly because of the word "freezer".
I guess you could say I'm going through some heartache, the love type. Some things we can't help, can't we?
