Who Do I aim this, request
my scattered thoughts
just a part of my quest
and I guess, I am lost
Seems I'll never find, serenity
or any peace of mind
guess I'll turn a blind eye
and listen while my world collides
Theres fire in the heavens
it's freezing, down below
the coldness never ceases
it is my, introverted snow
The colors of the leaves
wilting, wither away
resort to shallow breathing
it's better, this way
the pictures in my dreams
mesh together, a thousand different scenes
I'll just make believe
that theres fire in my soul
and theres life within the trees!!
Theres fire in the heavens
it's peaceful, down below
The numbness never pleasing
it is my, introverted snow
The colors of the leaves
wilting, wither away... |
Submission Name: Introverted Snow
