My Cold weather is bittersweet.
It's that pitch black room
It's the walk between stores
It's anxiety of approaching
It's stolen gloves
It's breaking down in front of them the first time
It's first dates
It's painful tears
It's a new years party
It's fear of being terrorized
It's warm breath on my neck
It's understanding distance
It's the same song on a loop
It's beautiful
It's terrible
And these still aren't the right words.
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Poetry of thought
PoetryPoems and aspirations of my mind. Sometimes short stories [Not constantly updated]
