See me.
Hear me.
Fear me.
It's cold and windy.
Winter is approaching.
Oh wait?
That's me.
A man is approaching.
He whispers lustful things in my ear.
"Come here, don't be afraid of me".
I let him touch me.
"Ouuu you cold baby!"
I said,"I know" smiling with my evil smirk.
"Be careful with me..............you gonna get hurt".
This poem is about me. I've been always cold towards people. When you go through so much, your heart is not open to anyone or anything. So, when a guy approaches me, I always warn them. They laugh, but I always get the last laugh. I wasn't always like this though. Even though I try to give a heart that I do have, it gets stepped on. This poem explains how cold my heart used to be.
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