Oct 2012
She worked in a cold environment
Her hands smelling of cinnamon
Her smile as smooth as cream
Her love was timeless like the broken clock on the wall above her
A spring together led to a summer apart
Followed by the fall
Winter became my cold environment
Ice cream never tasted so sweet
Her hands smelling of cinnamon
Her smile as smooth as cream
Her love was timeless like the broken clock on the wall above her
A spring together led to a summer apart
Followed by the fall
Winter became my cold environment
Ice cream never tasted so sweet
I challenged myself to write a poem for anyone and everyone of my friends that retweeted a tweet on my twitter. This is one of them.
