I am in love with Winter
the winter I've never touched
the cold dust perfume that sits in the crevices of mountains
the chill that is graced upon my frostbitten soul
I'm in love with the winter that
sways the branches of the pine
the one that reminds me, it doesn't hurt to age
I have a special love for the winter that betrays its existence
to make way for its lover, Spring
the deadly, blue lips that trail kisses
down my spine leaving me to breathe smoke into the air
Oh, my dear winter
may you forever sting my skin
and leave my nose red and cheeks the color of the rose you destroy with
your touch
may you always leave me bitter and raw with every moment passing
and oh my winter,
may you forever inlight my flame
About the Creator
Lyss M.
I am eighteen years old and have no idea what I am doing.
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