you know what hurts
it's when you and someone
you're very close with
suddenly drift apart
it's when the warmth
you once shared is gone
and it's only the cold
that fills both of your lungs
there's no winter here
but you are a snowflake
seeping through
the grasslands of our memories
that were built under
sunshine and blue skies
YOU ARE READING
The Universe is Our Poetry
PoetryEvery poet is trying to send a message to someone in secret. If you would only learn to listen, you'll know it's for you.
