LIKE A SNOWFLAKE
YOU HAPPENED TO DRIFT MY WAY
FRESH, BEAUTIFUL, ALIVE
UNTOUCHED BY THE BURNING HAND OF SUMMER
UNAWARE OF THE IMPENDING SPRING
BUT OVER TIME
YOU BECAME AWARE OF YOUR SPLENDOUR
TOO LATE MY DEAR
FOR YOU’VE ALREADY MELTED
LOST FOREVER
My Snowflake
This poem is dedicated to the one who won’t return the large piece stolen from my heart. There will be another winter, and with it, another snowflake. My hands will be waiting to catch you..
WOLF, 11 months ago
VERY GOOD LUNARSTORM12
ozjami, 11 months ago
God isnt that the truth..Beautiful pal!
ErikKluftPhoto..., 11 months ago
Thats great
lunarstorm12, 11 months ago
Thanks Wolf, Ozjami, and ErikKluft. I appreciate it.
trickyruby, 11 months ago
beautiful words, expressed so well, i feel the hurt and pain, well written.