I'm cold
All the time
from having no one to warm me up
I am cold
I sit in a sweltering car in the summer
It's so hot my eyes sting
And I blink away the tears
But there I sit
Trying to absorb the warmth
So that it will last me the winter
And the memory burns into my eyes
And I hope
It'll find its way into my chest
And warm my heart
Which has grown cold and grey
It throbs dully
Forcing me to live-
a life not worth living.
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कविताThe collection of my innermost thoughts. Expressed in the most vivid imagery and vocabulary that I can muster. It is cathartic, and it is raw. You may interpret each piece as you please, not everything is black and white~
