Creepygirlstalking

Baaaagh

Creepygirlstalking

a poem....by:me 
          Snow Flakes
          Loved ones are like snow flakes.
          They are one of a kind.
          You love to look out for them. 
          And you try to catch them. 
          When they fall. 
          But in reality.
          Snow flake can't last.
          But they melt in to the soil..
          Loved ones are like snow flakes 
          They come and go
          Though you wish they would last 
          Sometimes it for the better..
          (I'm going to stop here before things go to a complete depressing mush)