Monday, July 17, 2017

Snow Days.

I woke up this morning
with a glimmer in my eye
of a dream I dreamt
that was prettier than the sky

I woke up this morning
to storm raging in me
and a storm raging outside
it made all the trees white

I woke up with a dream
of a day I'd spend with you
we'd watch the blizzard rage
while eating some that rhymes with rage

but instead, I'm stuck in my room
looking out of this window
wondering if you are looking out too
wishing I could've spent this day with you

--

This is my first and possibly only poem. Literally never thought this day would come.

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