Late Night Drabbles

2. Cold, Blue {Poem?}

You don't realize how lonely you really are until you are cold. 

You consider wrapping yourself in a blanket to make everything better. 

But it doesn't. 

Because the coldness isn't from an outside source. 

It comes from you.

Once the realization hits, you become blue. 

The bluest shade of blue that will ever exist. 

You are lonely, you are blue, and you are cold.

You can change, but not forever.  Because deep down you can't change who you are.

You will always remain lonely, cold, and blue. 

×A/N: <Song: Look On Down From The Bridge - Mazzy Star>. I apologise for the sad poem thing, but I can't help it if I'm a sad person. -illy×