I miss the snow
Ice sickle trees, cold nights
I miss the city lights
But broken hearts make broken men,
And I wasn't prepared to fight
I wasn't her, I could never win
I was not going to try
But for a little while I guess I did
And soon we said goodbye
Broken hearts make broken girls and you wouldn't fight
I miss the cold, I miss the lake,
I miss the dam lights at night
YOU ARE READING
Walking away from you
PoésieA collection of poems. Adding as I go along so probably never completed. *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains mature materials and trigger subjects such as rape and abuse. Read with caution please :)
