Snow, snow, snow,
Cold, wet, white,
I hated you.
I love you.
The cold is evil,
Yet the fun is fun.
I can wage wars,
Or stay indoors.
Yet, there comes a point,
When the fun melts.
Too much snow and ice.
It's too cold to play.
You don't seem to melt.
You just hold me frozen hostage.
I loved you.
I hate, hate, hate you.
You won't go away.
You just keep coming back.
I've grown bored.
You are old.
Snow, snow, snow,
Cold, wet, white,
I loved you.
I absolutely hate you.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Poems
PoetryThis is a compilation of poems that I have written. I am very proud of them and I ask that you please don't steal them. If you want to put one in one of your books for some unknown reason, let me know first. I'll tell you if you have permission. Als...
