Pup turned Grown

Like falling in to a lake of ice--

your very breath stolen away--

Only to resubmerge in a summer lake.

 

That's how the turning of the Earth has touched me.

 

Somehow the smallest actions always had the largest consequences.

the way the whispers of your lips blew down every wall I had built up,

or how the hands of a friend might become the very feet I hold myself up with.

 

It's always in the simple acts. 

The ones that from foreign eyes seem so insignificant.

I thought that even you knew that. 

 

So then why did it surprise you so,

that from the changing of the four seasons,

your words

             (you promised not to say) 

                                would render me a cub turned grown?

This poem is about: 
Me

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Kirito_Sohma

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