The sun skirts sluggishly across the midday sky,
It's rays warm to the touch,
My chest bakes in its glow,
Everything isn't as it was before summer let out,
Things are colder it seems,
My body aches from fighting depression,
My tears like frost against my eyes,
The slip over my lashes,
Skidding softly down my cheekbone off my jaw,
I cry,
Muffled by my pain I make no sound,
I just sit and try to warm myself,
The only warmth I ever had left me,
My hands are cold,
Always so cold,
I can never figure why,
Maybe because there's no one to hold them,
Maybe because on the inside there's nothing warm left,
I crave her,
Every fiber of her being,
Every twinkle in her eye,
And every smile on her lips,
I'd give the world I never had just to see it again,
Just to be able to love her again,
Just to be warm,
But life is cold,
Things won't ever be warm it seems,
Only colder and colder until I slip away.
Not even the sun can save me now.
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Journal
PoesíaThis is just a collaboration of poems that I wrote to get me through the day sometimes. Dealing with heartbreak tends to be deep and unforgiving but this was the only way I knew how
