She walks out into a blizzard
Turns her head to me and
tells me not to worry, she
tells me that it's warm
And I ,
I don't question her because
she always seems to know-
God damn it, that woman
drowns oceans with her words.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.