One day, before the snow came,
it's like you always knew.
You took our promise rings
and placed it on the ground.
When the winter hugged every street,
the rings were covered in white.
And when we
f i g h t
you would remind me of our promise ring.
How it
r e m a i n e d
there,
when the coldness faded away.
That, after all
c o l d
wars
I'd still be your wife
one
warm
winter.
Like we always knew.
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Novels Not Long Enough (Poetry)
PoetryShe believes that even short phrases are novels. Like, "I love you." It was made up of multiple chapters in a person's life. Acted by a list of characters. There are problems and resolution in every parts. Just like a novel. Like novels not long eno...
