Cold Windw :: Cyndal :: Original Poetry

Cold Windw

Let me sit awhile and watch the fresh snow fall.

Please sit with me and don’t put up your shiny wall.

I wish to spend my time loving your inner details and design.

I would like to know who it is that I call mine.

And also maybe who I am inside.

So please hold my hand and allow me to keep up my stride.

The cold wind is at my back, grabbing at the loose strings of my past.

So excuse me if I must hold onto you in order to stand fast.

Keep me warm from the bitter frost that wishes to freeze my heart.

Together let’s turn this gray, icy world into rose colored art.