It was always you and I having snowball fights,
You and I building snowmen and forts,
We would get drunk on hot chocolate and love,
And enjoy a nice fire holding hands,
But today it snowed for the first time since our end,
I had hot chocolate in your favorite mug,
I had no logs to burn,
I wore your old snowflake sweater that you left,
winter is now a season of loneliness,
I'm alone with no hand to hold,
Because it's just me and the snow.
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Poems From a Lonely Poet
PoetryIts personal, its sad, its in love, its alone, its afraid its a collection of the deepest feelings, this is me.