it seems my strongest poems came when i was at my weakest
the overflowing words in my mind used to spill onto paper like an avalanche
my thoughts were cold and my eyes would sting when i cried,
praying for the day that snow melted
because even if the poems ****** the skies had cleared;
i was no longer trapped under the crushing weight of sadness
today's a great day to watch the flurries
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
it seems my strongest poems came when i was at my weakest
the overflowing words in my mind used to spill onto paper like an avalanche
my thoughts were cold and my eyes would sting when i cried,
praying for the day that snow melted
because even if the poems ****** the skies had cleared;
i was no longer trapped under the crushing weight of sadness
today's a great day to watch the flurries
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