I'm so cold,
So please hold me.
I'm greedy
And selfishly
Stealing your time
And making it mine,
Stealing your heart
To warm my soul
'Cause I'm so cold.
I swear on my life
I'll protect what I stole
For it warms my soul
That was once so cold.
I would have traded,
Or even gifted,
My heart to you
If it wasn't frigid.
Instead I stole yours
To thaw mine,
So that in return,
I'd gift it to you.
YOU ARE READING
Behind The Skull
PoetryThis is a poetry book with all the poetry I've ever written in it. I don't have a specific writing style. In fact, I don't even know what kind of poetry mine would be considered. Truth is, I just write what's on my mind and sometimes it rhymes. Hop...
