Outside, it's freezing cold,
the weather's getting so bold;
all the feelings are getting old,
One under, another's fold.
There came an electric jolt!
A young, warm guy offered his support,
hence, I couldn't but enjoy and hold;
welcome, his warm smile then told.
He gave me nothing but pure joy;
I held his arm, like a child would, his toy;
just me and him, no one to annoy,
I walked a long way with that boy;
lastly, we parted ways with smile as a foy.
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Heartbroken
PoetryEven after being shattered, heart falls in love again. It still continues to try and feel comfort again. Because it can't stop until it finds the right one. Here lies, the journey of love, written in stanzas. Because heart tends to be more poetic w...
