I was cold. Inside and out. I was angry. I hid it inside. Outside......I was cold. I got the chills a lot. I wasn't cold to people. Only to myself.
I am cold and tired. Cold and angry inside. Tired was in-between. Tired physically and tired of having to deal with everyone. The more I slept. The more tired I was. The less sleep I got. The more tired I was. Nothing was good. Nothing.
I was cold. I am cold. Inside and out. But with him........he kept me warm. Inside and out. I was happy. I didn't hide it inside. Outside....I was happy. I smiled a lot. I was happy with people and myself.
He kept me energised. He was that light that blinded me but kept me awake......I could only sleep in the dark. It wasn't dark anymore.
He is the light that keeps me warm.
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These Little Things
RomanceThese little poem...they aren't really poems. I don't know what they are but read them and tell me how you feel about these lol. BY THE WAY: please please do not take credit for these because they are my words. My thoughts. I wrote them. Not you. I...
