Snowflakes.
Snowflakes. They're all different.
Snowflakes. They're all different. They're "special."
Snowflakes. They're all different. They're all "special." Yet, they all have one thing in common.
Snowflakes. They're all different. They're all "special." Yet, they all have one thing in common. They all melt.
Snowflakes. They're all different. They're all "special." Yet, they all have one thing in common. They all melt. They all constantly drift, floating aimlessly for no reason.
Snowflakes. They're all different. They're all special. Yet, they all have one thing in common. They all melt. They all constantly drift, floating aimlessly for no reason. You may think they're beautiful, unique, careless...
I think they're hopeless, miserable, relatable.
Because
One day
They all
melt.
YOU ARE READING
Tomorrow
PoetryThe following is a compilation of poems and short-stories written by yours truly in the past years. They have been edited for any grammar mistakes but, as stated, these have been left mostly untouched from their original forms, and many have been wr...
