08.02.21
It was the snow.
All glistening and white,
soft and pure.
It made the world change colour
it makes everything feel special.
It was the snow that brought me back.
I feel slightly like myself again,
but I'm not completely better yet.
It was the snow.
It makes everything feel different
all frosty and cold,
I don't want it to ever go.
It feels magical with the icy flakes fluttering down,
then the rain comes.
And it's all washed away,
the beautiful frosted cover goes back to being gray.
It's a cold that seeps deep in your bones.
A cold that chills you to the core.
The harsh wind feels jagged
the rain soaks down to your skin.
It's a kind of cold that makes you feel like you'll never feel warm again.
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