The world is cold.
Cold like the air that sets your hands shaking
your jaw clenching
your heart racing.
Cold like the pain in your brain after too
much ice cream when
it hits a tooth just wrong.
Cold is a small word to describe this feeling.
It’s not snowmen or Christmas, it’s
I can’t deal with it. The future’s so big and
intimidating, too new to handle and I
am just a girl and I
and I just
All I have is trust. So I
Fear can’t live in a heart that’s
in Someone Else’s hands.