Resistance
untouched snow, it was something like..
but it glistens
a melody flowing from his lips but not quite sung, it was something like..
but it listens
a beauty, my divine, it was something like..
resistance.
wrapped up
and tangled in
and twisted in spite of
you.
my muse
a beautiful piece of prose
it was something like..
energy.
help me resist
help me feel
help me cry
Copyright © Chante Reeves | Year Posted 2014
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