The Cold

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I sink into your sweatshirt
Pop the hood over
My messy head
The house is a little too
Chilly for my liking
I pull the sleeves down
Over my wrists
To warm my fingertips
As i crawl in bed
I curl into a ball
Welcoming the warmth
That thaws my outsides
But I still feel cold
Why am i cold?
I have on your shirt
And a blanket
In my bed
But I'm still cold
I'm still cold
On the inside
Your shirt won't
Warm me 'cause
I still miss you
And you aren't here
I wish so badly
That you were
I think of you
And think of you
But that doesn't bring
You home

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