The snow quit falling
The chilling wind still howling
Bitter is the winter
It's lonely coldness still calling
AN:
{\__/}
( • . •) want this ice cube?
/ >🧊
{\__/}
( • - •) No, it's mine
🧊<
YOU ARE READING
When our love died
PoetryPeople will write to account for such feelings, for words will never die. it's a book of poems :) 🤍🍀🤍🍀🤍🍀🤍
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰
The snow quit falling
The chilling wind still howling
Bitter is the winter
It's lonely coldness still calling
AN:
{\__/}
( • . •) want this ice cube?
/ >🧊
{\__/}
( • - •) No, it's mine
🧊<
