The air could've been warm, the temperature could've been hot, the room could've been stuffy; but still she shivered. She shivered because she was cold from the lack of comfort. She was cold from the loneliness. She was cold.
No, actually, she wasn't just cold. She was frozen, with a frozen heart and frozen tears and frozen words that got caught in her lungs and never saw the light.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
