You turned my spring heart into winter.
Made flowers disappeared with the ice, snow, cold breeze. i'm not sorry that my touch turned you cold. i thought you were made from the ocean, but really, you were a fire and i was trying to burn.
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PoetryLove makes you feel many ways. Sometimes, in ways that you will be grateful for, or the ones that keeps you up at night crying. In my book I have 4 chapters; hurting, anger, fear, & acceptance. Read this book..., feel what I feel. Tragic love is by...
