When the cold wind blows,
Others shiver and run for warmth
They closed the doors
They wouldn't let me in
When the cold wind blows,
Others run for their known welcome warmth
I imbrace the iciy bits of frost
Till I can no longer feel them
When the warm winds blow
And they come out, to tan thenselves
They don't see the dragon under the willow
I watch their every move
When the hot rays come, and no wind blows
They run for the shade, pushing me aside
They run in doors, closeing them, not letting me in
I lerk in the shadows, I can't stand the heat!
When the cool winds blows
They come out, and the dragon goes to my willow
When the cold wind blows
My life startes again
About Me
- G.Rosenberger
- I have nearly died twice, and I guess that influenced how and why i write.
2 comments:
props for being one of the few people to actually posting stuff you've written on here that is very personal.
i like this poem. i think it's really cool that you can write how you feel even though everyone else can look at it too. anyway, i really like this poem & you should def. post some more stuff!
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