All black in her habitat the color reflects her heart
Stone cold 40 below
A face so mean people reluctantly say hello
You said I was better off alone
But these demons won't ever leave me lone
Plunging my soul to the tundra below
In truth I was born this cold
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Your Lie in April
Poetry'Your Lie in April' is the third collection of mine; some lines only I and the person intended would understand that being said everything's up for interpretation it can mean something totally different to you and the next person reading which is we...
