So, out of my amazing 8 posts the two poems have been the most liked, and widely read. Therefore, I think I will publish more of my poems...
Winter Storm [After Suicide]
Cold snow, falling.
The warmth of my living room.
Fire crackling with heat.
It all is so rosy.
so perfect.
But, it is less perfect.
Because you aren't here.
With out you,
The snow falls more urgently,
more painfully.
The fire is colder,
all the hues of the once bright room just a tad darker.
with out you.
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