two hurt and smart sad
writer types, you know the
type, took to
holding hands through
a path in the snow
talking around what
they wanted due
to the hurt and the smart
but the sad bled out
through the snow and
the hurt and the smart
and gave, I love you —
isn't that sad,
isn't that sad,
said sadly sad yes
isn't that sad,
the chorus mourning
isn't that sad,
the trees bending toward
the snow
and the two
holding hands
and smiling around it,
isn't that sad. Amen.
<3
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