It's bright outside.
Cold.
The snow is piled up to my waist,
And I can't seem to find the words
To say what I am thinking.
Your face...
It's dark.
Cold.
I want you to know,
I wasn't always this way.
I used to be kind,
Warm.
I miss you.
Please tell me what you think
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I know what this feels like. Im sorry that you hurt... This probably isnt about death but i read it that way. I lost my baby bro a year and a half ago....I miss him like hell. I hope you feel better,soon! Great poem btw.
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