Not part of a chapter/sentence thingy. This poem is tres confusing.
horrible.
you said
that you were only a snowflake
but, my darling,
you’re a blizzard
the blizzard that killed me
and froze my heart.
YOU ARE READING
untitled.
PoetryStars and painted candlelights are the only things that bother to keep me sane, these days. But it's okay. I know you're trying. (My first posted poetry collection)
