a happy, warm, glowing one. (i would love your-yes you lovely reader- thoughts)
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for the first time
Christmas lights reflect in the dark window,
The glass distorting the colors until they look like
Glowing orbs. Fresh snow falls upon the greying banks lining the road.
Each house looks the same. Same wreaths, same inflatables, same trees.
Normally, that would disturb you, but tonight, it's comforting.
A tan knitted blanket is wrapped around your shoulders and a candle gives the room an orange glow.
A christmas hymn plays from another room, lightly so that you can't make out the words.
Sitting in the window, you lean your head against the cool glass.
The chill pinks your cheeks and nose, and feels good.
A smile begins to form in the corner of your mouth.
It is warm inside your soul.
YOU ARE READING
songs we sang on sundays
Poetrya random collection of original poems by yours truly about love, depression, god, and all things teen angst. feel free to give critiques (kindly please). I haven't shared these with many people and I want to get better at this craft I love so dearly...
