Cold, your so cold.
I thought you'd be together,
Till we're old.
Death took you but not the love,
We had.
Alone, so alone.
Both separate,
In our own world's.
We're tied together, forever.
Free in the woods,
With no limits,
To our love.
YOU ARE READING
A Gift To You
PoetryDifferent poems for different situations. I tried to make them as realistic and raw so they may contain real events.
