Freezing cold hands touching your skin,
Trying to pry open the rib cage
To let your daemons out,
Making your head spin.
Freezing cold eyes locking gaze with your soul,
Searching for the safety lock
To break it open,
Showing your flaws and taking control.
Freezing cold lips forming the meaningless words,
Knowing full well their owner is going to fade away with the first morning birds.
YOU ARE READING
Addiction | poetry
Poetry𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒘... Poems that live their own life in your mind just break out one day to finally be free. ✓2 in The Next Top Book 2020 Highest rankings: 2 in bookofpoetry || 7 in thought-provoking || 16...
