She is kind
She bites
She hugs
she whispers of love
my love my frozen glove
my amour dear
she is near
I see her face
I feel her embrace
her kindest treasure
her presence my pleasure
I love her home
the Icy dome
her fireplace is filled with other
she is the cool warm mother
she has not a child
she is (not) so mild
she cries for me
I say we're We
I love her so
she is kind
YOU ARE READING
poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
