what's today, what's tomorrow, what was yesterday?
i've been spending far too much time lately, just wasting away
there's been so many moments where i've felt
cold
like i'll never be warm again
that kind of emptiness that chills you to the bone
it's like how,
how i love the snow
and i wish i could go out in it, just have fun, build a snowman or two,
but no, because i'll try and try to smile but then i just break down and cry instead
because this kind if thing is just too cold and too beautiful to witness alone,
i could enjoy it if i was with someone else
but in this new nowhere town i cant even stand the things that i love anymore
the more beautiful something is
the colder it makes me feel
the nostalgia here chills me to the bone,
just like my favorite song
every little thing i used to be
every little thing i no longer see
it all eats away at me now
and i simply cannot stand it here
anymore
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Heartless and Disorientated
PoetryF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-