What she is...

February 15, 2010
Like December,
She’s cold as snow.
The face fit for any Christmas card.
But she’s cold.
She’s ice.
And she is winter,
All that is winter.
Nice to look at,
From a distance.
Not to touch,
Or be around for too long
She stings.
But she’s still
So goddamn pretty.
Yea, she’s like the snow.
Until you realize that she isn’t.
At all.
She melts,
She’s bright,
She's a thousand shades of spring.

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Dr.CoreyPepper said...
Jul. 2, 2010 at 12:45 pm
This is the girl who you absolutey love. You think she's perfect in every single way, but what she does in her life affects you...that's-what I got from this :) I liked it! Keep it up!
.xCutMyLifeIntoPiecesx. said...
Feb. 22, 2010 at 8:08 pm
I like this poem because it starts out kind of like... I'm not really sure, like there's no hope for whoever "she" is. Like she's beautiful and perfect, yet there are so many things wrong with her and no one can change that. No one can save her. But then there's this little twist at the end where "She's bright, warm." That's really good. It's very... I don't know haha i'm not sure how to say it, I just like that little totally unex... (more »)
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