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Sparrow Finsalow Jan 2016
Does looking at the starry sky

Make only me teary-eyed?

Am I alone in my astonishment?

Does taking in the universe in a glance

Make only me feel inspired to dance?

Am I alone in my astonishment?

Does seeing a shooting star

Make only me feel a pain in my heart?

Am I alone in my astonishment?

Does the idea of the size of the galaxies 

Make only me feel meek?

Am I alone in my astonishment?

Does seeing the Milky Way

Make only my day?

Am I alone in my astonishment?

Does the thought of other worlds 

Make only my wonderment unfold?

Am I alone in my astonishment?
Sparrow Finsalow Nov 2015
Struggling to breath, that simple in and out
I'm drowning in the waves of doubt
I feel my throat constricting, pulling tight
And feel the tears coming, the ones I can't fight
A symphony of sorries comes spilling from within
I can't believe it, I said it again
I'm sorry for saying it
My own words make me sick
Sparrow Finsalow Nov 2015
My breaths clouds before my eyes
Tumbling from my lungs
I watch it freeze upon the air
And smile as it fades.

Snow flutters around my face
Melting as I catch it on my palm
I tilt my head back to taste the freezing cold
And shiver as it lands on my tongue.

A clump of snow strikes my back
And I laugh as I search for the culprit
There he is, hidden poorly, pracitcally in sight
I sneak behind him and stuff snow down his jacket.

Steam wafts up from a nice warm cup
Cocoa is hidden within a sea of marshmallows
I sip it slowly, savoring the warmth
And feel goosebumps along my arms.

I embrace every moment winter has to offer
Arms opened wide to the chilling wind
Hair whipping acrossed my face
As I lose myself in the season.
*not all of my poems are like this it will vary

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