Why is it so cold
I love the cold
But she...
Doesn't
I love her
But she...
Doesn't
I hate her fear
But she...
Loves it
She loves hating my soft touch
I hate her not loving my soft touch
She is a dawning summer's day
Filled with love, poison, fear, passion, and hate.
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Collection of the Dark, Dark Depths
PoetryFeelings hurt, others insult and we cry, as we lie in our cold embrace together, but they don't know what I think, but now you will. WARNING: Some poems may be triggering PLEASE DON'T STEAL THESE FROM ME.
