Winter
Spring
Summer
Fall
I know not when the Seasonal Butterfly
returns
As I wait for you the darkness seeks me
It tries to smoother the Fire
That you created inside me
It tries to darken and harden
What you have enlightened and soften
It seeks to once again frost my heart to soild ice
you are my Fire
My promise to you is the log that keeps it aflame
and you are free to come and leave
as you please
I know you will return
I know not when
YOU ARE READING
The Words I Was Too Afraid To Tell Her
PoetryCover by @cutecottoncandyyy Just a few original poems about young women who caught my eye, so to speak. Most of them have never seen these poems. However, there is one exception. No, I will not name her but she did suggest to post my poems, so here...
