The weather was cold,
And I was lost
Between snowflakes
Calling your name
Hour passed by,
I cried, waiting
For you to tell me
"I am here, it's alright"
My nose turned red,
And I couldn't speak
Nor move a bit
Did you come yet?
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A Hopeful Romantic
PoetryIt was never hopeless, when it is raw It's always hopeful, just so you saw On the forming pieces of something lost, words can fill the vow. As souls come along, ropes hang low. You and I, might be the reason for a while. In the day dream, can friend...
