Dear Diary,
There was nothing like your warmth
And I tried everything
But no fire, candle, or blanket
Came even close to your warmth
How was I supposed to survive
In this cold, cold world
Without your warmth
I can't
But you don't need me
So I will start a fire
And light a candle
While wrapping myself in a blanket
Because I have to
Even though
Nothing will ever
Come close to your warmth
YOU ARE READING
Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
