I remember those rainy days I think as I look at her a few tears running down her cheek. I knew they where cold from the way the air lacked the warmth that night. I remember the way your lips felt on mine warm and gentle. She never looked away from the stars, her lips where blue and her eyes tired. I remember how she used to run her fingers through my hair every morning. She never whipped the tears off her face. I remember how the fire place cracked as we first met. Now she's cold distant eyes dark and shut out . What did I do wrong I think. I look up at the stars and think what ever happened....
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3 am
PoetryThis isn't a story just things I wright down at 3 am when I'm loathing in my sadness. Theses are very personal so please don't shit all over it in the comets if you don't like them thanks :)
