I walk down the street, slowly
freezing as I try to clear my mind.
The snow falls and I wonder
if time will keep passing by.
There has been no change;
I still feel the same way.
When I close my eyes,
I still see your face.
The cold air freezes the
tears rolling down my cheeks,
Something that happens every week.
Why does it hurt so bad?
It makes me want to go mad
I watch the snow fall as I walk down street,
Wondering when I will finally be free.
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Time to Fly
PoetryTime to Fly is a collection of poetry that I wrote about my own thoughts and feelings. I hope this will help you find comfort and make you not feel alone in this journey called life as we go through our struggles together. Includes mixture of poetr...
