Sunday, January 11, 2009


It is white, pristine, and pure,
Nothing Changes,
Nothing Grows,
Under that beautiful snow,
So Different,
So Mysterious,
If I went to Hell,
I would miss it so.

Sincerely, F.T. Rockwell

1 comment:

ShoresOfCaitlinFornia said...

Your next poem should be about how fucking amazing I am.