I'd rather be a sensitive special snowflake
Fragile and broken,
Shattering at the slightest pressure,
Melting at the slightest heat,
Than a furious flame,
Condemning everything in my path to
Destruction and death until
Nobody is left.
There's a lake that I so admire,
Pristine and blue,
Innocent and beautiful.
I've never seen you myself,
But I hope one day to reach you.
As the seasons change
And the waters cycle,
I wouldn't burn through a forest
Just to find you.
I'd rather pain a million winters
For a chance to fall on you.
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Author:
beary1112 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Selflessness, political correctness, and romance.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
This is a clever euphemism and quite well crafted. Very much enjoyed.
a poetic 'Snowflake'
of owned accountability's
purposed Poetry
gleaned wisdom's maturity
of worded, Brilliance!
'gnÅthi seauton
know! thy self'
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