I'm back. I'm back to the old, empty, bad exuse of a soul. I'm back to feeling nothing, saying nothing for days And not having to worry about people thinking I'm lame.
The funny thing is, a part of me wishes to go back to those days. When I'd have a good laugh. As the giggles shook my long frozen heart a bit back to life. The sweet smiles around me caressed my fragile soul. But too late As frostbites bit parts of me I'd never retrieve. The cold stairs, the humer less laughs, the sly smile and even the most bone chilling atmosphere.
I saw it all. I knew it all.
Those were the frostbites.
YOU ARE READING
A MESS.
Poetrya book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
