as it rained down on the road, all i could do was stare out the window, thinking about your words that left me numb and lonely.
i didn't cry, or sob. not even one single tear drop.
i just remember how my hands were icy cold, and i knew you wouldn't be the one to hold them anymore to make them warm again.
// m.m.
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ПоэзияPoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
