cold as sleet
far from above or below
no one sees.
nobody identifies.
that i am existing
amidst the dark.
tired of looking for someone
to give me warmth.
just like how the sun does.
i ended the quest,
by looking at myself.
warmth that resides inside
that no one can steal
i am pluto,
both cold and warmth.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
