Winter touched my skin,
Wanting me to join it.
It's cold breath breaths down my skin , tempting me to walk in its frozen beauty.
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Poems for the broken
PoetryI started writing poems because I had to get my emotions out in some other way and poems helped because I got a deeper meaning from them and had to put lessons I learned the hard way in my writings. I feel as if these were meant for those who could...
