Thursday, October 13, 2011

When the poet comes to life.

Call me cruel, call me mean.
You're my winter, my heartfelt scene.
Punch me. And I'll bleed.
For despite what I say I am, I'll be just but a kid.

You used to be my warmth, in this never-ending barrage of snow.
You were once my everything, my life and soul.
What a kindred pair we would have been,
Me,the snow; and you, the wind.

-Zarae.WhenThePoetComesTolife.

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Everybody hurts some days, it's okay to be afraid. -Avril Ramona Lavigne.

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