He guys, I have been attempting to write some poetry lately, so here I am.
This one is a tad depressing,

Hope you guys like it!


A Stormy Night


In a small cottage, down the road.



A man, hungry and cold,

Decides to leave to face the cold.

To find his dog who was his world.

After out the window he was hurled.

In a drunken rage the man had lost,

The only thing he ever had.

The lonely man had lost himself,

And will never find what he had lost,

Without the thing he never found.

The man couldn’t feel the cold,

After going out to face the snow.

You needn’t cry,

because the cold, numbs oneself. And can never be thawed, without the only thing that warms.

That man had found, after braving the cold,



Something he thought he would never,

Love.



P.S
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