The frost starts the grow
The cold begins to show
Snapping when I'm aggravated
My happiness, without realizing it, being assassinated
The frost slowly spreads
The cold reaches my head
I've never felt so cold
I didn't care though, being nice was getting kind of old
The frost froze over my brain
The coldness driving me insane
I say I'm okay
But at the pit of a burnt out coal, there holds what once fuelled a raging fire
YOU ARE READING
inked emotions ➸ poetry
Poesíawhen you asked if I'm okay and I said I was fine, this is what I meant to say //poems I write when I don't know how to deal with my life and myself//
