The long winter is almost over The ground frozen for what feels like a lifetime begins to thaw in your sunshine eyes I am a flower trapped beneath the ice ready to bloom and bask in the hopes of summer
I remember reading a different poem a while back about winter and the transformative process, and now, I have a deja vu because I want to say what I said then: The winter wait is well worth it, ya heard me?
The winter wait certainly is worth it This poem is my way of describing a bad relationship ending and the hope of a new one
