My first free-verse poem. Any tips/ constructive criticism is welcome.
Within the snowy cold
I found your empty hand.
The warmth melting the ice from my fingertips
The snow disappeared for miles around.
My life was a dreary thing,
Too young and full of life.
I had no freedom, so the life was a waste
Or so I thought, until I met you.
I finally was given an excuse
To take advantage of the bore I’d been given.
And turn it into something beautiful:
Such as a thing of young love.
You took me and awakened me,
Your lips as an alarm upon mine.
It took my from my sleeping beauty state
So I kissed you back.
When love awakens the sleeper,
The effects can be astounding.
I was taken from a black and white life