Her Corner Pieces Kept Me Infatuated

She tests you

She'll call in all her unbearable traits to your front door

You step into her frozen bits and fall to your back

You try to shield yourself from her cold touch but she slips in the windows and around your neck

The trees bend to her howls 

and when she yells even the windows shutter

She hides away the warmth that nestled in her eyes not long ago

You curse her name

You swear you're leaving 

She won't be the one that cradles you through the night

And then...

A beautiful moment that lasts only but a day

She smiles on you and before you feel it too deep cools you with a breezy touch

She begins to let you see the mysterious side of her you fell for

The busy way her inter tracks of mind process

The way she has every answer in her heart if you'll only just ask the question

You're suddenly given the corner pieces to a beautiful puzzle 

You decide in your boyish gaze and child like giggle to see her through a little longer

Finally you fall through a sunset and wake up at victory's door

The smell of her nectar perfume haunts through your open heart windows

The sounds of laughter and wind chimes fill your eager ears

Your smile is full of adventure as you throw on the lightest dress you own 

You race out your door to grasp a fistful of her love

You've been graced with her gifts

You feel her chill setting in..

You retreat to your room

The blankets are different now 

It takes two 

You're curled up and peering at the woman you knew 

Is the heartache of her changing mind worth it to you?

Can your armor with stand another seasons berating blows

You press your frozen fingers as close as you can bear

and in the smallest voice whisper: a fight for such beauty is more than fair

Reviews

[Blood Ink Diary]

i thoroughly relished your poem - the oscillation of emotions convey rather aptly. Cheers

[Tennessee]

I know many chicks like this, you captured the different changes perfectly. It seems there are always two opposite sides to people and you may never know what side you will get. Not bad kid.

[Matthew Bosko]

Emotions are a lot like season...ever changing, times they are bitter and harsh while there are those moments that are warm and alluring. I loved your work and could feel the temperature of my body change with every shift in this poem. Thank you for sharing a piece of you.

-Matt

[A. Amos]

You press your frozen fingers as close as you can bear
and in the smallest voice whisper: a fight for such beauty is more than fair

Wonderful piece of writing and I'm sure many will relate with your work, especially above verses were amazing and I truly enjoyed the whole read…thanks for sharing