Just like that the snow fell,
It filled the foot prints on the path.
No longer was there memory,
To anyone but her,
The girl who put them there.
Soon she also disappeared.
Just as well there was a hole,
That was quickly filled,
And even remembrance of her,
Faded over time,
Just like she knew it would.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written when thoughts stayed on my brain too long. There's a lot going on in there! Some are happy, even silly but a lot- are not. I should probably give the disclaimer that there's definitely some harsh language t...
