I miss how the cold air
Feels in your lungs
Something I took for granted
I miss how the cold air
Makes your toes go numb
Something I used to complain about
I miss how the cold air
Had left me curled in sheets
Something that made me so comfortable
These things that had
Brought me comfort
Brought me a sense of longing
But that's ok
It gives me something new
It gives me a goal
A home I can create
Where I can be cold
Where I can be happy
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My Book of Poems
PoetryHello, I'm not going to lie. I suck at conversations, especially if I have to introduce myself. This is partially what I write about. You see, I write when I freak out. I write when I can't deal with being myself. So I hope you will take a look into...
