Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2013
Winter
If there is anything beautiful
it's boring winter nights.

When she misses the warmth, slowly,
she would sigh.
Her words slowed down.

Her words stopped and she would be content
laura
Written by
laura  u.s.a
(u.s.a)   
311
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems