The smoke rises
Inside this cage of glass
Is it snow or paper
You will never know
Your breath fogs up the glass as you stare out
As you stare at me
I can't see you
Tilting my head I smile
How pretty it is
My thoughts
I shake the globe
Watching it snow down
As I cry
Are you crying?
We can cry together
As the snow falls
You're just a figure of my imagination
Yet I cry
As I stare through the glass
Snow globes
That's what they're called
My thoughts
As my breath fogs up the glass
I stare outside
As we watch the snow fall
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
The smoke rises
Inside this cage of glass
Is it snow or paper
You will never know
Your breath fogs up the glass as you stare out
As you stare at me
I can't see you
Tilting my head I smile
How pretty it is
My thoughts
I shake the globe
Watching it snow down
As I cry
Are you crying?
We can cry together
As the snow falls
You're just a figure of my imagination
Yet I cry
As I stare through the glass
Snow globes
That's what they're called
My thoughts
As my breath fogs up the glass
I stare outside
As we watch the snow fall
Written while listening to "Breathe" by Lee Hi
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