I walk,
right foot, left foot,
right, left,
right...
and so on.
The bitter fall breeze blows over me,
I'm frozen,
but the only thing that keeps me warm is the thought of you.
I can't help but wish you were here.
Walking next to me,
walking together,
in each other's company.
But then I remind myself that I need to get my head out of the clouds,
and carry on.
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Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoetryA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
