Sitting in a warm resturant
Looking out on a cold night
A pretty girl sits alone
Holding her coffee tight
In her cold hands
She gazes out of the window
Staring into the snow
Her eyes watching each flake
As if she wants to intamately know
Each on before it hits the ground
Her eyes slowly mist over
Glazing to match the window
Both frosty from the chill of night
And down her cheeks start to flow
Warm snow flakes of her own
Each flake travels slowly downward
To meet and mingle on the ground
Making a small steaming puddle
And this lonely girl sits, without a sound
Growing warm snowflakes all her own
Unknown "StarShooter" Sparkling
- 17 years, 17 days ago
