Frost bite the painful thing.
So painful it makes you want to bleed.
Mr.snow your heart tied on strings.
Little did you know, help is what you need.
I fear for our frost bite.
Its worsened as we go.
An emotionally tight,
Bruise you'd know.
As the cold becomes colder and we suffer more.
The wond becomes stiff
And blisters more.
God,i pray theres a floor.
If we walked even longer,
we'd be even more sore.
To think the walk would bring even more.
One thing to think about.
One thing to make use of something so sore.
Its distressingly awful how we go on.
Mr. Snow how do we do it,
If it continues to go wrong.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
