Bones replaced by prison bars
My knuckles turn to stone
The cold nips at my fingertips
In this crowd I feel alone
Melodies in erratic keys
The sky is heavy and bleak
My churning veins are more like chains
My fingers numb and weak
Gloves don't block the freezing wind
My surging blood now slow
The serenades begin to fade
I wish I was at home
Silver buttons bite my skin
Their shiny gleams are knives
The breeze knocks over our towering bodies
I've given up the fight
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
