"It's cold." You say. So cold and isolated you are, sitting in your living room drinking your herbal tea and looking out of your window, smelling the fresh, bountiful air full of sickness and allergies yet to be sprung. You decide enough is enough. Time to go out and live for once. Live enough to feel all of your senses come alive. You go out to a loud, uplifting party and speak to this beautiful human being, and you feel this burning passion, such heat rising from the bottom up, and then you speak as you're face to face, "It's..warm." So warm and fulfilled you are, standing in front of the being you laid eyes on, drinking on the water in your red solo cup, smelling the fresh, musky cologne from their shirt. You then decided again, enough is enough. You grabbed their shirt and kissed them, hearing nothing from the background. Your eyes closed, the scent rushing in as you feel their heartbeat. 2 Years have passed, and you wake up, seeing the bed empty. You begin to feel cold, only until they walk back in the room with your herbal tea and a bouquet of flowers, and you are yet to be warmed again.They will constantly reassure you that they'd never leave, no matter if you believed it or not, and everyday after that party they bought you flowers every week, your favorite flowers. They cared for you when you couldn't care for yourself. You are everything to them, and they never let you forget that. They then spoke after you took your tea. "It's warm." For the first time, in a long time, you were happy. They were happy. You smiled such a genuine smile, and all they could do was cry. So many tears of joy, that they then got down on one knee, and spoke those famous words.
S.L.C. 2014.
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raw emotion.
PoetryA collection of poems I have written dated from high school to present. A lot of these are controversial writings, pieces that are too sensitive for today's society, for many to grasp and carry. Some of these are extremely personal and real life wri...
