It happened suddenly,
Like the first snow on a warm day.
It was awkward,
Like a hug from a stranger.
It was quiet for ages after that,
Like the eye of the hurricane.
It was quick,
Like a pin prick.
It ended sadly with a shake of his head,
Like rain on your parade.
And it was okay,
Like a sad song on a perfect day.
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Of poems and thoughts
Poetry"My nana always told me. Lock your heart away before the big bad wolf comes to play. But what happens dear nan when I seem to have lost the key?" "Of bullets and shards. Of rubbers and ice. Of places and homes. Of broken ties that I cant seem to fi...
