I'm cold.
air blowing through,
curtains swaying,
it's dark.
the small breeze painting goosebumps onto my skin.
and still,
the cold doesn't compare to my insides.
it's almost icy in my mind.
I'm cold.
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aaayyee double update
just really wanted to publish this one straight away because I just wrote it and it fits the mood right now so,,
enjoy ♡
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La Da Dee ✔
Poetrymelancholic poetry, prose and other random pieces of my heart in word form. ♡ // highest ranking: #62 in poetry // • march 11th, 2017 - august 4th, 2017 •
