like how the sound of rain was my comfort
your warm hands
and even warmer soul became one too.
and every time i pass through
my seasons of winter
i just need to hold onto you.
but why did this season continue?
why hasn't the storm stopped?
why did what used to be my source of peace
wreck chaos upon my heart?
as the rain became hail,
your heart grew cold.
you left me for her
leaving me alone in the snow.
i realized spring will never come
and the ice will never melt
i gave up not only on you
but also myself.
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Poetry for the Lovesick
PoetrySick of falling in love with someone who will never feel the same way? Here's a cure for you! Step one: Cry and capture the tears Step two: Mix in nutella, wine, and a crap ton of vodka. Step three: Turn on Netflix and listen to Adele while beating...
