Poems from amber7591

Cold wind blowing.Chills run down small spines.I turn around, you're gone.We never got to...go to dances or play ball.No Christmas presents...
Cold wind blowing.Chills run down small spines.I turn around, you're gone.We never got to...go to dances or play ball.No Christmas presents...
The sweet yet somber days wear on. The dreary darkness of the world consumes me.  As I mournfully wait, for the angel of death to rescue me...