Samantha, We once were one.
The days of solitude were done.
I never knew you'd lie.
Now I lay here about to die.
There was once a warm smile upon your face.
Now I shiver at your cold embrace.
You said that I was free.
Now I suffer in a cage built for me.
I write so you will know,
To bury me in the snow.
YOU ARE READING
Dear, Samantha
PoetryThis is a book of poetry with no true theme. Some weave a story of guilt while others are simply meant to invoke pleasent feelings or memories
