He was angry, he was hurt, his heart all muddied, dragged though the dirt, he felt a pain that had left him cold, his inner child could not bear this world,
Try as he may to find his peace, his sorrow he could not release, until one very fateful day, his inner child came out to play,
For he met a girl who could reach inside, he no longer felt the need to hide, as she knew his trauma and she knew his pain, she knew the feeling of being left in the rain.
Pouring rains batter the old window panes, howling winds rattle weathered wooden window frames, thoughtful moments over open flames, bottles of red wine flowing through my veins,
Dark grey skies and fleeting lanterns in the distance, smokey maple embers fill the room with warmth and reminisce, thick woolen blankets and open true crime books, candle lit dinners of hearty winter soups,
Winter, my love, to some you are nothing but cold, however to me your yearly visits warm my soul
Pandora Poems 