Snowflakes drift
Snowflakes fly
Snowflakes melt
Snowflakes die
Snowflakes are like people
They drift into out lives
And we fell like we can fly
Then they slowly melt away
And then, they die.
Snowflakes fly
Snowflakes melt
Snowflakes die
Snowflakes are like people
They drift into out lives
And we fell like we can fly
Then they slowly melt away
And then, they die.
I wrote that poem when I was probably 11 or 12 and was thinking depressing thoughts. I don't know why...but that poem keeps poping into my head lately. Why? question
