His smile, his eyes, his deepened dimples,
The way he held me in the midst of chaos.
God, he was my snowflake in summer
And what would I not do to have him back.
When the heat would hold me back,
Sweat me out, and piss me off
When the world would run up against me
He would be there to fan my head,
Cool me down and make me smile.
The heat of the sun and the heat of the world
Wouldn't matter anymore.
God, he was my snowflake in summer
And what would I not do to have him back.
When the searing heat and the tearing bullies
Held me down and broke me apart,
His dimples cooled me down;
His smile glued me up.
His arms made me whole again.
Like a little beauty, a masterpiece
Like a little snowflake raining down
He brightened my days and nights
Like a firefly in the pitch black night.
But the summer never lasted,
And the cold froze my dear snowflake.
In the coffin, he was as blue as ice
And he wasn't shivering; I was.
God, he was my snowflake in summer
And what would I not do to have him back.
The glue wore off, my heart broke again
To bits and pieces and sharpened shards
Poking and hurting and killing always;
No glue could ever piece me back,
Because he was my glue and my snowflake.
The summer came back, and the bullies too
But he wasn't there by my side,
To cool me down or make me smile.
The winter took him away with her.
The heat had started to burn me again
God, he was my snowflake in summer
And what would I not do to have him back.
A/N
I wrote this in like ten minutes so there'd be a glaring vagueness about it. Do tell me if you like it and thanks a ton to everyone who read my previous poems! <3
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