snowflakes
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Each and every snowflake is different from the others.
There is something calming about standing outside and watching the snowfall.
Are just words to tell who you are.Now some are calling today's generationSnowflakesBecause they think.This generation is too delicateThey also used that termFor folks they hate.This is not the wayTO MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN
I remain here.
I'm frozen in place,
No one is here to warm me.
No one is here to wipe my tears.
No one is here to hear my screams.
No one is here to chase away my fears
He is winter.
He is the excitement that takes over.
His eyes are snowflakes, drifting in the wind, carpeting the land in a cloak of white.
His lips are the colors only shown by the setting sun, colors of pink.
The snow sprinkles down,
It clumps together,
And waits for its friends to arrive.
I, too, wait,
For something to do,
In attempts to pass the time.
My boyfriend shovels
The new fallen snow,
My mind is like a kaleidoscope that shifts and sparkles
Then freezes in place
Not so beautiful anymore
My fears are snowflakes
Little and inconsequential alone
But powerful and strong together
Pale eyes
Blank face
Aching body sprawled on the floor
Crop circles
Formed from restless feet
The pipe leads the way to the motherland
Violent trembles calm to steady hands
Slowly
Crystals of ice hand-crafted by the divine
White as the aura of a newborn babe
Unique, complex, exceptional
Beauty in its most natural form
Dear Ailurophilia,
Sand spreads across the line
of an unbelievable amount
of time
in which we
we're cursed to feel
unwanted emotions
and travel a road
so unworthy
