I lived in that Spring Side,
With Many Flowers and Stuff that are Colorful
You lived in that Winter Side,
So Miserable, So Sad yet he forces to Smile Happily
He had Blood on his Fingers with Cold Ice absorbing the Blood, Frostbite.
Yet he Smiles
Here I am,
Saving you from that Deadly Season
We Got out
But you left me without saying thanks
Is that how you say Thank you?
Why can't you return the Love?
Why can't you save me from the Carnivorous Plants under?
Maybe It's just not how it'll Work,
Maybe, Where just not Meant to be.
I Ignored the Frostbites.
YOU ARE READING
set free | ✔
Poetry❝my tears and heart started to write down their own words 'cause my hands refused to do so.❞ Highest Rank: #41 on Poetry by 7-7-17 Written by ellethetic COMPLETED
