It's cold. So cold.
So cold that it hurts.
So cold that it aches.
So cold that it yearns.
It yearns for warmth.
It yearns for love.
It yearns for something
From up above.
For something so heavenly.
For something so true.
For something so right.
But it cannot be you.
You can't de-freeze it
Or warm my heart.
For you are the reason
I'm falling apart.
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The Harder Part of Life - Poetry
PoetryYes, this is poetry. You probably won't like it or relate to it but aye give it a go. If you're looking at poetry books on here, you're obviously a creative and open soul so you might be able to empathise with me. I don't know. NOTE: My earlier poe...
