“it’s colder when we’re apart”
Cold winds rip at my frozen clothes.
You're a thousand miles away and i feel the lack of you.
Blue fingers, purple lips
Frozen, crystal tears running down my stone hard cheeks.
Forever lost to the cold,
When you’re not here.
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
