Inspired by and in response to Byron's poem - Pure Snow
I desire what I fear,
I destroy what I love,
I always run away
if I ever come too close.
You may call it an obsession
and your hate would make sense
but in dreams I only follow
all these thoughts that leave me a mess.
I'm a masochist of passion
and my regrets keep me warm
as my spirit, always hollow,
is imprisoned in a stone.
Pure Spring
I desire what's beyond me
I destroy what's behind me
I always long for the sun
Hoping it will melt,
What's keeping me cold
You may call it futile
And laughing at this absurdity
Would only make sense
But in my blossoms I trust
All these storms that made me strong
I'm a fool drunk on newfound light
Your winter wonderland kept me safe
While I prepared my soul, now ready
For a new summer to come
With love, and melted snow
I desire what's beyond me
I destroy what's behind me
I always long for the sun
Hoping it will melt,
What's keeping me cold
You may call it futile
And laughing at this absurdity
Would only make sense
But in my blossoms I trust
All these storms that made me strong
I'm a fool drunk on newfound light
Your winter wonderland kept me safe
While I prepared my soul, now ready
For a new summer to come
With love, and melted snow
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