The seat is cold
The world is cold-
Maybe I'm not anymore.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
Or Is It Just Freezing...
The seat is cold
The world is cold-
Maybe I'm not anymore.
