I like it when it snows
I like to watch the sleeping world
Before the spring makes it grow
I like to fade into the mist
When I exhale against the window
I like to see the world stripped
Down to tendons and bones
An intimate existence
Where I can feel alone
And peaceful to my core
To see my thoughts for what they are
Nothing less
Nothing more.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment