#1
Inspired by a dream/winter. Written on the spot. Perhaps in a minute.


In honor of the first snow of the season, a seasonal love poem dedicated to a girl who will mean absolutely nothing to me by Winter's close. And I am filled with joy!

I watched her work her way through the snow
The flakes descending ungracefully onto her shoulders,
Her hair.
And the way the white contrasted on black satin made me shake.
Or maybe it was the cold.
I have heard that falling in love feels like butterflies,
I'd beg to disagree:
I've slipped and fallen on an ice patch only once,
And I feel that's a more accurate portrayal.
It hurts.
But you like the feeling.
No,
You love the feeling.
You want to try it again.
You slide.
You slide.
You throw your balance off.
But you can't recreate the suddness.
The cascading motion.
Her lips.
The pressure builds and builds!
...Until you both push off.
And fall back into city streets.
Where you no longer feel alone,
But maybe,
God, maybe...
You feel at home.
#2
suddness

I dunno about this. Kinda of hit and miss. Cute, maybe being the appropriate word?

Hehe parts og this I liked - the start. And then I thought it kind of just drifted into what I think is mediocre for you.

I dunno. Not as good as alot of your usual stuff.

#3
Quote by Jammydude44
suddness

I dunno about this. Kinda of hit and miss. Cute, maybe being the appropriate word?

Hehe parts og this I liked - the start. And then I thought it kind of just drifted into what I think is mediocre for you.

I dunno. Not as good as alot of your usual stuff.



Cute would be appropriate, yes.

And I agree with you.