Out in the snow,
I lie and wait.
What for,
It is unknown.
Each passing second,
Seems too discreet.
What is this feeling?
Not available to answer.
Access denied?
It is my feelings,
Is it not?
But what's left,
Is actually nothing at all.
No emotion flows through.
Why not?
It lies in the concealed secrecy
Left untouched,
Lingering in the snow
(I actually kind of like my noob poem right here. LOL I think I do, maybe not. Oh well. XD)
I lie and wait.
What for,
It is unknown.
Each passing second,
Seems too discreet.
What is this feeling?
Not available to answer.
Access denied?
It is my feelings,
Is it not?
But what's left,
Is actually nothing at all.
No emotion flows through.
Why not?
It lies in the concealed secrecy
Left untouched,
Lingering in the snow
(I actually kind of like my noob poem right here. LOL I think I do, maybe not. Oh well. XD)
