And here she sits
Burning embers like it's December
Cold because she
Can never again see
Or feel the warmth of your Love.
A/N: This poem was written the night he said "goodbye".
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Blue: Letters From A Girl Who Loved
PoetryPoems from a girl who loved, lost and lived. Life's tough, Love is even tougher. But when life throws you down, cry about it, write about it and get back up.
