Winter

She was cold and hard and suffocating.Looking down her nose at all she met. She caused ice to settle in my veins as she kissed my cheek with her frozen lips.

She hated when the trees were green and florishing, she preferred them bare and white. She loved seeing the fear on one's face when she trapped them in her deadly embrace.

But when the sun hit her skin, it sparkled like a thousand diamonds. Her face was formed with the most delicate lines. Her legs were entwined with delicate ropes of ice.

A/N I've uploaded so much today. And my poetry is starting to become sloppy and rushed. Sorry!

Stay pastel!