Warm again

Warmth, In a cold world it almost hurts to be so. Hurt to do so so I go cold to the burnt. Broke to whom yearn so my place among the nobody's was most definitely earned. The term amazing has been referred to me, certainly, deserved though the curb kicked to the side knows this is how it's supposed to be, a hoax you see. I go good in a cup but in the summer phenomenally. Practically the white in your black to make grey termed lightly. Slightly dark cause I know the shadows were where
I was born to be.

I was warm once, in a globally warm catastrophe. Such an essential part of the smile, the bottom jaw, there wasn't a hunch, lunch, happy meal, or a lick without me. Punch drunk enough scuff, worn in my new shoes. Now it seems all I write about is the blues. I'm cool, step wrong now and walking for you will be old news. Had enough bullshit so bullied to my current mood. Rough, you get it, I'm tough, dogs and cunts: Betty white'll illum.