It's the kind of cold that nibbles at your bones.
The one that aches with every bite,
as it feeds on your brittle interior.
So you plead for your body to go numb,
Or for some warmth to relive the pain.
You hunt for the rays of the sun,
but they're no where to be found.
So you try to seek comfort,
in another soul's embrace,
but no one's is warm enough.
Hence you shower with flaming water
With the hope that it'll crawl under your skin
and reach your frosty bones.
But it was only able to melt your skin away.
And so you wait helplessly,
for someone, something
to thaw you out of your misery.
YOU ARE READING
Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoesiaHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
