the snow falls outside
and covers all it encounters,
but will it ever be
as pure as white should be?
can it make me forget that
I have a dark past?
can this frigid frost
cleanse me all the same?
I'm cold as the winter
that surrounds me;
will snow bring me warmth?
No, I don't have much faith
in the snow anymore.
not since I saw it
piled high on tombstones
and empty swing sets.
in fact I haven't appreciated snow
since the last blizzard
that poured down on memories
of us,
as I made snow angels
in images of your smile
and went sledding
in the sound of your voice.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
the snow falls outside
and covers all it encounters,
but will it ever be
as pure as white should be?
can it make me forget that
I have a dark past?
can this frigid frost
cleanse me all the same?
I'm cold as the winter
that surrounds me;
will snow bring me warmth?
No, I don't have much faith
in the snow anymore.
not since I saw it
piled high on tombstones
and empty swing sets.
in fact I haven't appreciated snow
since the last blizzard
that poured down on memories
of us,
as I made snow angels
in images of your smile
and went sledding
in the sound of your voice.
