First snowfall

November 19, 2008
By Anonymous

Everyday I sit
on my bed
and stare out
my window for hours
waiting for the first
snowfall to fall
And everyday I wonder
If I'll ever be as pretty
as the snow flakes
that hit my windowpane
or if everything will be different
next time
But I dono't have to wonder
Cause I know it'll be different
for the simple fact that I found
him and he loves me for me.

The author's comments:
poetry is my way of expressing myself because I'm really shy and misunderstood so I find it hard to communicate with my actual words so I do it with my fingers- poetry

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