A cold oh so bitter
It reminds me of winter's
Sting.
A warmth so encompassing
Reminiscent of late spring's
Comfort.
A pain so enveloping
It hinders developing
And growth.
A joy with such a sweet taste
That not one crumb goes to waste
like delicacies.
Temperaments so fickle
Forming a soul so brittle
Like cracked glass.
A poem oh so dry
It's not even worth a try
Like living.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
A cold oh so bitter
It reminds me of winter's
Sting.
A warmth so encompassing
Reminiscent of late spring's
Comfort.
A pain so enveloping
It hinders developing
And growth.
A joy with such a sweet taste
That not one crumb goes to waste
like delicacies.
Temperaments so fickle
Forming a soul so brittle
Like cracked glass.
A poem oh so dry
It's not even worth a try
Like living.
