I'm cold, unkind.
But you can't deny,
A cold pillow on a summer night.
And you can't deny,
That I look pretty when I cry,
And how I like trees without leaves,
And people with only bones and skin.
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Sunshine Be Mine | Poetry
PoetryUnsaid things are best spoken through poetry. Poems are the best whisperers of secrets. Feelings and emotions are sometimes better expressed through different forms of literature than through speech. So, these poems for a warm soul, are written in...
Cold Pillow
I'm cold, unkind.
But you can't deny,
A cold pillow on a summer night.
And you can't deny,
That I look pretty when I cry,
And how I like trees without leaves,
And people with only bones and skin.
