The season when the temperature drops
And your nose glows a bright red
When you can see your breath looks frosty and white
when your finger tips glow just as bright as your nose and they feel like ice
When all you want to do is lay close to a lover under the covers
You just want to drink hot chocolate and laugh with a lover
I want all of this but I cant have it I'm stuck standing in the cold waiting for the one
The one person who will hold me close and keep me warm and safe
But I'm all alone when I get under the covers I'm all alone when I'm drinking hot chocolate
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❞The Art Of Pain❞ ➵ {Poetry}
Poetry❝The art of pain is as beautiful as rose petals and yet as painful as the thorns to accept it is as accepting being pulled apart piece by piece and still living❞ ((Trigger warning, some mention of self harm))
