the day that i died
was a day to remember
the day that i died
in cold, wispy december
the way the wind blew
and the snowflakes fell
with your tears that stained
and made that day hell
how cold was that day
which turned into night
how week after week
you'd put up a fight
the day that you died
was a day to remember
the day that you died
shortly after december
YOU ARE READING
aria's poetry book
Poesíahi everyone!! i am currently working on a new book for you all, don't worry... but in the meantime, while you wait, i've decided to just upload some of my poetry here into a complete book for you all to see!! please enjoy, and take away from it what...
