A Thought Of Winter

An excerpt from my state of mind

"What's on your mind? What are you thinking about this very moment"? You asked me eagerly one fresh faced winter morning.

I paint on an empty smile for you, in hopes of not upsetting the very soft nature around you.

"Nothing. Just admiring the white roses". I say, as if it's what I always say...

Your eyebrows furrow, as you take a look out the freed glass window.

You know then, it's never nothing with me.

Author's Note

not really a poem