Cross the worn path and fall
Into the deep woods of alone
Where unbroken crisp snow
Is still pristine and
deer gaze silently.
Dip your fingers into the iciness
Of alone and perfect
Feel them go numb,
See them go red,
like the swollen eyes
Of the girl you left behind
The night you decided
She followed the worn path too far.
Hey! Brand spankin' new poem! Just wrote it minutes ago. I really like it. =) That's why I'm sharing it. Enjoy. ~T
