Posted in Poetry

It’s cold…

A blessing and a curse
How deeply I feel
It’s how I find these words
However I live
Where it snows

The winter is brutal
And the people are cold
Too caught up
In their own world
Obsessed with their reflection

Never noticing
Who and what is passing them
Unless it benefits
It’s, you’re irrelevant
I guess another word Is selfish

I wear a disguise
So I can fit in this world of lies
In reality, I feel very deeply
I was born for the warmth environment and soul
Every minute spent here I die a little


The best way to get to know a person is not by what they say about themselves, but what they say about the world, people and everything else. So if you want to get to know me there is no better way than just simply reading my work. It's the window to my soul.

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