It's cold outside.
The guttering winds flash across my face.
It's cold outside , I wish I could warm up somehow no more mistakes.
I miss you.
And the chills are getting to me.
The moons not out but the stars.
They sing to me. Twinkling dots in a dark sky , it's just electrifying .
You're gone.
And the sun's not out.
But I can see I need to be stronger no doubt.
Not to just rip my heart out.
But to care with every single thing in my body,that I'm a warm soul.
But it's freezing outside, the cold seeps through my skin.
Is this it ?
My final goodbye.
As I lay on the cool grass, exhaling for what seems to be the last.
I wish for you.
On those twinkling dots , but the cold it's coming. And I can't make it stop..
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PoetryThis is my poetry and many more to come. thank you for reading . If you feel what I do, then I know it's real. "All poetry is written by me , do not take something and don't give credit for!"
