Oh Come Winter Come
By: Krystle Brunner
Oh come Winter come. Put a frosty layer over my broken dreams. Make me numb. Make my pulse slow so the throbbing will stop.
Do to my guilt as you would to the grass: burry it deep so no one can see.
Yesterday it was Summer, so care free with pure innocent pleasures.
Today the leaves have changed into a selfish brown. Just thinking about it makes me sick.
Oh come Winter come. Put a frosty layer over my broken dreams. Maybe by Spring I’ll have something better to show.
1 comment:
wow! that poem sounds deep! It's really good, but it makes you sound so sad!
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