We sit, and I feel warm
barely talking
watching the sun glint of the snow
all around, almost silence
like the noise of kids throwing snowballs
was gone
heads touching, I feel glad
it's these moments that comfort
My soul, all my problems dissapear
as we sit alone.
eventually we get up,
my arm around your waist
and travel to where the others are
stand, have fun, get covered
in snow, though I don't feel it
Because I see you standing there and now I'm warm
and shielded against the cold
One sled down, three four!
and there you go again.
Off, beckoning me to come
and once again
feel your comfort
Author notes
This poem stems from spending time with my girlfriend. This is what I feel, though i'm not sure abut her. It's scary because you can never be sure if it's all an act, or it's real. what a scary thought...
anyway. ope you enjoyed it!
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