It's been snowing for a long time.
I liked the cold at first.
Seeing the snowflakes float down to coat the grass.
Making snowmen, and having snowball fights.
It was pretty.
But now my hair is damp.
My hands are numb.
My legs are tired.
My mascara is running.
The cold is deafening.
I miss the sun.
I miss the flowers.
Please, stop.
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My Poetry Collection
PoetrySoo, I'm S.P and this is a collection of some poetry and shorter writings of mine. Enjoy.
