Cold Days
I've never been fond of
the cold days
although
i like staying in
where it's warm
and safe
but sometimes
i need
freedom
on the cold days
especially
I need adventure
to know
someone
will
warm me up
on those
cold days
because
on cold days
i get sad
i get emotional
i get mad
as you
remember me
on cold days
my nose, red
my hands shaking
my lips quiver
my face
a deep white
almost as death
the cold days
you need to care
for me
as you always should
but especially
on cold days
because i remember
the bad
and I am cold
in my mind
i cannot think
on cold days
i feel nothing
i destroy myself
on cold days
I break
on those days
that's when
i need
the adventure
the safetry
the love
i never got
on those
cold days
before
with him
in disaster
it got worse
on those
cold days
because
he destroyed
the warmth
on those
broken, and
heartaching
deadly
cold days...
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