December
The snow outside is white and nice,
And my tears turns to ice,
The other side of the bed is empty
Missing how you caress me so gently,
The weather turns cold
Like my hearts and soul
And when you went away
My days turned gray
December is december indeed
My heart slowly dies in bleed.
Copyright © Ami Redzuan | Year Posted 2016
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