it smells like spring and it's fresh and terrifying at the same time, because the world is going on when i don't think i can. it didn't snow much this year and I guess that's helping this point along. i don't really like the snow or the cold though. i told myself i'd love you until the snow in my yard melts which is true because everyone knows the sun never shines in my yard, it never reaches my heart. maybe that's why it hurts. Come May and June there are still corners of snow , little pockets of white hiding under the trees, but it isn't snow anymore. it's balled up letters I've written to you in an attempt you never lose you, white paper everywhere, never will forget. i love you i love you i love you.
-FlutterflyK
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PoetryOriginal poems and truths for the broken and lonely. Mostly inspired from books.
