I can recall everything.
The cold snow falling as the wind sat still.
Her cheeks blushing as we kissed once more.
Our hands held together ready to never let go,
but out of everything that day,
her smile was the most beautiful of them all.
- Me (10/22/14)
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How I Really Feel
PoetryShort stories and poems, most of which are written at some of my lowest points. I've been writing a lot and sharing it to my Instagram, but I figured I'd give my inner thoughts for you here to look at. I'm going to be starting from the beginning, fr...
