Saturday, November 5, 2011

Soon, the snow is here, turning us cold. I can't help it, I always have thought of you. But none of that matters anymore because you packed your bags and left me and now I have no where to be but by the fireplace watching the snowflakes frost the garden we planted together. I should have grabbed you, wrestled you to the ground and forced you to love me. But none of that is enough anymore.


  1. I hope that this year, the snow brings something or someone new to wander through your thoughts and bring you more happiness than you have ever had, because you deserve that. x