Winter

Its Raskolnikov

Taken to a frozen land,

Full of bliss and happiness,

Trip and fall,

Caught by the soft light of the princess,

She walked me through her golden halls,

So beautiful, it's like I've never seen anything else at all,

 

I feel safe,

In the blizzard I was almost dead, 

Then I saw her in that dress,

More than a girl, a queen, a mess,

My savior, my goddess,

 

My love, I still ask, beg for my wish to come true,

For our hearts to beat together,

My words are many, my reasons are few,

But my only intention is to show that you are great,

And that I still love you.

  • Author: Raskolnikov (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2018 10:57
  • Category: Unclassified
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