It was like 35°C outside,
My hands were ice cold,
My whole self feeling so numb,
Like I'm going to fade away into dust at anytime.
I guess if you could control the weather and start being so bold,
You soon become cold,
It's probably a lesson that fate has taught,
We weren't present for the lecture,
So now we know...
My head, my body all so cold,
I was killer frost in the room,
Even if it was excruciatingly humid,
I would still be frozen in the heat...
Looks like I absorbed all the cool wind that blew,
Maybe I was not happy with a touch but like her,
I think I had powers,
I had pain,
I had chill,
I had predictions,
Oh, what do we have?
I was frozen in the heat,
The one thing cold in the burning room,
I was not metal,
I'm human,
I'm different,
I could feel everything differently,
It's like the bomb to explode,
Just no obvious signs of my disease,
Oh, I would be the one thing chill in the 100°C heat,
The odd one out,
And although true,
This ain't a lie I'm telling you,
It's my breath,
When I breathe...
Could I not be frozen in this heat,
Not be so cold blooded amongst everyone else,
I'd be the odd one out,
But I honestly don't care,
It's the feeling,
The blanket I need,
The fan speed I need to lower,
And boy, oh boy, everyone else is perspiring like crazy,
Why couldn't I be the same?
At least some times...
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Poetrysome messages to people who feel like they have no voice. and like my friend, @heyitsjo said once, I write about 'Everything and Nothing' Everything and nothing... Let's talk. Whether it's emotional instability, love stories or childhood. I'm here t...
