Poem – 02/25/2019
Outside, the white, resembles my mind
Blank like the clean slate of a canvas.
My feelings to you might feel cold and unmoving,
Just hold the snow of me and let it burn you cold.
Let your fingers go numb from the bite of my passion.
I hope I can color your cheeks red,
Just as you melt my heart down.
I hope you won’t forget me once the sun comes
And melts my snow away.
I hope you will love me when the snow once again takes my soul away