She brings fourth happiness
has i bring fourth sadness
she brings fourth warmth
has i bring fourth coldness
she is after me to fix my mistakes
my heart melts at her kindness
she just is nice
but i cant forget that i am winter she is spring
she kills me with her feelings
until my blood seeps to the ground
and you see me next year
Spring wears green, flowers in her long red hair
i wear black, snow in my short white hair.
My love ,spring
My murderer ,spring
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Rose thorns || A Collection Of my Poetry
Poesíaa whole bunch of my poems since like 2019 also the reason its considered mature is because most of the poems are very deep and/or triggering