The cold leaves me numb
Walking alone
Damn these filthy tears of mine
I’ve no right to cry
I left her, my choice
This is my path
The fate that I decide
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The cold leaves me numb
Walking alone
Damn these filthy tears of mine
I’ve no right to cry
I left her, my choice
This is my path
The fate that I decide
Do you like our poems? Remember to support us on Patreon
I am a writer who often dawdles (wastes time). So here I am, procrastinating by talking about organization, writing tips, teaching writing tips, and other random things to keep up my writing habits, when I should be writing my novel, and here you are, dawdling as well. C'mon in and join me for some dawdling (and pretending we're not).
The Outrageously True Musings of an Armchair Linguist
Quotes, Stories and life tips by Author Ceco
Creative Writing
Scarlett with a Double-Tea
