July 3rd, 2014
From the day I was born,
To the day that I die.
Made fun of and torn,
a smile lit lie.
The cold made me suffer,
I must not lie.
But also made me tougher,
The less I cry.
The warmth pulled me in,
Greetings were a hug.
But the cold came in,
Giving me a tug.
The cold and heat,
They don't mix well.
They twist and turn,
And give you hell.
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Poems.
PoezieSome of my older poetry, with a few more towards the end that i've recently written.
