Jan 28 2013
A Simple Goodbye
What can heal this broken heart?
That death has ripped apart.
You were he for a second—
The next I was laying flowers on your grave.
I remembered those emerald eyes that stared deep into my soul.
You knew all my secrets and I knew yours.
You once asked me why I liked the snow.
I didn’t know the answer yet—but now I do.
It may be cold, but snow is pure like our love was.
By rain we meet.
By snow we depart.
This post was submitted by Thorn Night.