As I cry this lonely morn the snow begins to fly. And I begin to see hope the snow stops. Then I see I may be a smear in your life and I begin to cry once more the snow fly"s. The shame and pain I feel is as cold as ice, if only my heart would do the same. So I would cry no more, So if it snows you will see me cry.
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phantomsgrief
01:25 Jan 31 2011
that my dear is a beautiful poem, and i hope things get better for you