A collection of my poetry, usually written for the first time here. Love, confusion, and apologies are assembled here - all of those feelings that sometimes need to get out.
Sunday, August 09, 2009
May Mist
Winter comes to make it snow, Flakes on my heart, they blow so slowly, When you're standing at my door, I feel the warmth again.
I may never want to see, What this life has done to me, Through your eyes I see my scars, all made beautiful.
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