Posted in miscellaneous, original

Cold

Hands, frozen
Like time, broken
Feet, numb
Like words for the dumb
Lips, blue
Somehow missing you
Memories, kept like a token
My eyes never show, left unspoken
Much like the weather is cold
Your feelings for me is a bluff, so my card I fold

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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