The eyes of innocence see you with a soul
Red hands mde you out of beauty once untouched
Time goes by...
Your form shrivels and shrinks,
And I know that soon you won't exist.
Your smile melts before my eyes.
I can tell that you're weak, unable to speak.
You're paralyzed, frozen in your own body.
If you had a soul...
What would you say, as you dissolve before all of these weeping eyes?
Though you don't mean much to me as you did in my youth,
I will still wait for another year.
I'll wait for you to return,
When your cold heart and frozen smile will warm me.
Author notes
I'm not sure what inspired this, since I honestly don't care too much about building snowmen. (I prefer building snow forts so I can protect myself against my brothers' well aimed missiles...)
I happened to notice how bitter my tone seemed...but I didn't feel like changing it.
I don't know, it kinda made me think a lot about both winter and how much a child's point of view differs from a young adult's.
Tell me what you think.
Whaddya think?
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that was about a snowman?
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Lol. I did that on purpose.
That way, it makes the reader think twice, and maybe even re-read it a few times.
It would have been better if I'd put the title at the bottom or something, but I unfortunately didn't have that option. *sighs*
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Looking at the first comment, I can see where the snowman is a good metaphor for old age because if you read this without the title, that's what you might think of... I like snow angels - I don't know why they always seemed more fun to make and less traumatic to lose.
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This shows a vivid sense of perception and observation.The words borne from ice flow with quite a burning passion.Well done!
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if you hadnt put snowman as the title i would have thought this was about something entirely different. the first line grabbed me. wonderfully written
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