To my beloved Valentine
It never matter at all.
After all, there isn't much to say about our love for each other.
You are the water to my withering, lifeless petals.
The wind that blows each strand of my long, toxic hair.
The fire that once burned my naked, cold body.
Lastly, you are the rich soil to my grey, dull ashes.
You know you can't be with me.
I reach for your hand...
and you reach for mines.
Together we will be divine.
Please, oh please, be mine.
The sky is the limit.
Don't cry my heart's content.
Here I am all yours.
The way I see this is just...
Of our romantic desires.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers
Whispers from a White Feather
Hello my readers, I am Snow that Flutters down like Feathers. I am a poet on Gaia Online and Tumblr. I have been writing since 2013. My Tumblr: http://flutterysnowfeathers.tumblr.com My Ko-fi: http://ko-fi.com/snowfeatherswrites