I hate the cold
The bitter coldness, with the wind
That makes my fingertips feel
Like they're frozen ten times over
I'd much rather stay inside with a good book
Than go outside when it is below 40 degrees
The warmth of my bed invites me
To wallow in comfort and read until I fall asleep
But something about the cold
Makes me feel alive
It's refreshing, opening up my lungs
So crisp that it enchants my senses
Maybe I should stay outside more
Relish in the feeling of the cold against my skin
Rather than stay inside
And miss out on the outside world
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Poetry That I Write In My Spare Time
PoetryExactly what the title says :)) I wanted to post some poetry for fun when I actually remember to Please be kind :))