Well, this is a poem of mine that I’ve made quite a long while ago. Yes, I was quite heart broken, but no, I’m not Emo, Lol. Seriously. Honestly, if I could remember right, this took me about 6-8 hours of pure thinking and "emotional-feelings-disassemble" to think about. So just sit back, relax, read slowly, and please–try not to cry…

(I’ve had a few friends who read this and did.)

A poem about a pig named Mr. Mig.

How the snow is beautiful and untouched on natures most wonderful components of life. To the most traveled byways to where it is dangerous to be out and about. To where enough is enough and ready for it to be gone until the next time.