Your little things like dancing while eating something good Are the things that hurt me more than it should

The wrinkle in your eyes became more defined and deep as you are reading this page What is the author now talking about, Something funny or something disgusting

Party of these two always walk by my doorstep They always hold hand and talk whatever nonsense By seawreck

I can hear the sound its faint but recognizable there is a party happening in apartment in front

For as long as I remember as soon as winter begin I will start to imagine myself at different light I became the character in a movie I so desire to be in

My winter child one of a kind Full of warmth and full of light

There is melancholy in your being It's not hard to distinguish

this poem/story is about the unspoken freindship between a person and next door cat

I was so comfortable with the long winter I created inside me so comfortable as I started feeling warmth from all the ice surrounding me

Fire in your eyes is the same fire that burns the forest at one sight Much too powerful and not at all pleasant to naked eye

perfect melody

I can smell it I can feel it the gentle chilly wind caressing my hair the cold water in the tap hurting me a little