Samantha Malmquist  

1993 -   
Hello! My name is Sam and I'm 18. I love writing, grammar and linguistics.

Poems

Feb 27, 2012

I can't feel you,
my mind is in a blur.
There's nothing to do,
as I see you with her.

You're standing next to me,
but the ice is so cold.
What do I have to be,
to fit into your mold?

A tear snatched away,
the avalanche has arrived.
The end of the same old day,
and I have still survived.

 
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