WinterA Poem by Wild Willow BlueThe final blow always hurts..Tears fill the rivers up; cold I’ll drain the holes hearts fill the lives up; warm you’ll pull the plug Why will you do it? Do you have to kill her sorrow? A broken limb on a tree waves to the sad man in the moon © 2012 Wild Willow BlueAuthor's Note
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Added on May 30, 2012 Last Updated on May 30, 2012 Tags: Cold, Coldhearted, Dead, Dying, Death AuthorWild Willow BlueOHAboutI am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..Writing
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