Formerly known as Emily, I like to keep my words simple so my readers understand fully the depth of my poetry.
Do not look at me,
For I am dead.
I have grown white as the first winter's snow.
My soul is lifeless and I am merely a ghost.
...
I long for it, I can't live without it.
With every morning that passes,
I die just a little more.
With every night I can't touch thee,
...
There are no words to describe this feeling
Inside of me,
it has taken over my body and mind like
Hypnosis.
...
The colors changing ever so quickly.
The temperature dropping with every day that
Passes.
Trees turning naked every night.
...