It started snowing.
She walked outside in awe,
Dressed in her favorite pink jacket and tights.
Trying to catch snow pellets, she giggled from the cold feeling.
First times are always special.
I still can’t say which is more beautiful,
The snow or the girl
Must be her

I don’t need others to like me
As long as I like myself
That’s all
Right?

Sometimes answers don’t come all at once
Sometimes they arrive piece by piece
And only when your heart is at ease
You know the answers are complete