Emotional Poetry: Love’s Compelling Affliction
Cold wind strikes my skin. Each gust hits me like sharp shards of glass. It attacks every inch of me. Cuts down to the bone and deep into my core. I fall numb to the pain as shivers turn me…
Cold wind strikes my skin. Each gust hits me like sharp shards of glass. It attacks every inch of me. Cuts down to the bone and deep into my core. I fall numb to the pain as shivers turn me…