I can’t tell you all the times
I’ve laid my head against my pillow
In the dead of night
And thought of you.
The way your hair smells
As you lay against my shoulder
Or the way your lips taste
When they are met by mine
That soft fragrance my clothes have
For days after I’ve last held you
I dream of the day
That you will fall asleep in my arms
I wish these winter days were longer
So I could spend them all with you
Huddled under the blankets
Waiting together for the snow to fall
So we can share in our joy of a snowy winter
I wish there was a way
That I could stop the cold
From getting under your skin
causing you to shake against me
While I hold you tight
My warmth is all I have to give
As we sit, huddled in the back seat
Of another wandering car
I hold your hand, and feel at peace
Because no matter where we are going
I know I get to be with you.
Honestly, my favorite part about this poem is that you de - stanzafied (Totally made that word up) the stanzas. Each one takes on it's own rhythm, and it makes it, yes more difficult to read sometimes, but still more interesting. The subject matter is... well, it's beautiful. It's been done before, but it's still beautiful. I wouldn't go so far to call it cliché, but I think at times you could have changed it up a little. Even if you didn't, though, it is still a beautiful piece, and thanks for writing it.
When i read your poem I hear your clear expression of love, but I can't help but feel there is no meter or rythm. The words are very clear, but since I can't find a rythm the emotions do not build. I hope that makes sence. Feel free to ask me for clarifacation if you like.
Submission Name: Snowy Decembers 
