A walk
What goes into your head when you try to not
think of anything.
Who goes into your heart when you try to keep
everyone from entering.
Where does a snowflake end up when the wind
fails to be its wings.
How do all the promises fit into two little
rings.
Walking up the hill, embracing the tender
chill;
Closing up my eyes, giving back the 'hi'
s.
The flag is battling fiercely with the
pole;
Smell of similarity, cozying up my
world.
The white used to be so pure, so pure and so
perfect.
It has now been ruined, ruined with no
respect.
Like Holden tried to fix the walls, I eagerly crave
spring;
When all brightness will fade into a lovely green.
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