And when I saw you in the cold
Looking for her hand to hold
I was like a cat in the beginning of winter
Losing what warms her the most.
YOU ARE READING
CHAOTIC.
Poetry2# SLAM January 9th 2019 And you know you're creating art When your heart is slowly falling apart.
Cold
And when I saw you in the cold
Looking for her hand to hold
I was like a cat in the beginning of winter
Losing what warms her the most.
