it's raining and i'm freezing
in my bed, under my blanket
yet the thunder can't keep my mind off the people on the street,
with no roof over their heads but the swinging trees
i wish i could cover their fragile bodies with my hair
and protect them from the harsh coldness of the night
i wish i could hold their hands and warm them up with kisses
but the coldness of the sky could never compare to the coldness of life
as i stay here freezing
in my bed, under my blanket
and they stay out freezing
to death
YOU ARE READING
as quiet as a fire
Poetryyou have my heart and mind in your hands now. i hope you have a safe trip. but read at your own risk, i can't promise you'll come out alive.
