What I really do in class....
So, it's been a while since I've written a poem, but I was in English class earlier and I was cold and thinking. Yeah. Here goes:
In the cold of winter, you are the hearth
Keeping me warm and keeping me able
Through the insanity of all days
Your presence is what keeps me stable
Steady flow of love so sweet leaves an aftertaste so bitter
But easy is that bitterness to ignore when it's the two of us
When I'm with her
And the sun shines down on me
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I don't like this one much, but eh... LOL! *runs away*
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