soft snow caresses my frostbitten hands
a little bit cold,but full of sordid beauty and despairing hope
crunchy white snow covers these winter wonderlands
weary from the troubles of the day,and you give me relaxation
(it’s warm somewhere else but i don’t want to go)
some think the daybreak brings the light
i know you bring the brightness in early spring,so
beautiful,orange to pink,shifting drowsily
the touch of hands is cold electricity,
fire and ice shifting in between,
between the two worlds of my poignancy
(warmth is not here but i continue to delay)
nothing i have ever seen is as lovely
as your eyes,the light shining
you bring a theme of light to my misery,
slowly descending on the broken shards of my heart
your eyes twinkle like the radiant stars
when i am with you,we bask in the luminous moonlight
we read the constellations and forget why we are
(but alas,your bliss never seems to remain)
petals, as smooth as shiny silk
violet eyes,burning bright red,
rosy pink,and white as milk
changing as you are,fiery then icy,
mine one day,then
swearing colorfully the next
orange fire in your words,(when
willilearnofyourtrueintentions?)
testing and balancing you and me
recklessness in your audacious actions,
(whenwillieverbefree?)
dramatic and lulling though you are,
i still love your nerve-wracking ways
acrobatic jumps and graceful leaps,
then you’ll slumber and dream for several(freeing)days
(and i shall not be yours to keep)
again and again and again
this cycle continues
we are running in a circle of madness
our fingers stretched out,aiming to catch the hand of the other,but
in our palms we hold the burning fire of id
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