She takes my insecurities and doubts-
The Loud Thoughts-
And crushes them into snow.
As the negatives accumulate she stays,
Rolling out the pain, she builds snowmen.
Though without any gloves-
She takes my frostbitten hands,
Kissing the tips my mind stops playing tricks.
She gives me her jacket when the memories start to shiver
And she holds me close when time begins to grow.
She sits with me in the cold, She doesn’t let go.
She makes my world go quiet.
Quite like the snow.