the house is cold
the wind is lightly blows
it's cold out
and so are my toes
my thoughts are deep
and my tea is hot
i don't like pretending to be
someone i'm not
the trees sway slowly
and the fire crackles
it almost feels like
my arms are in shackles
because i'm silent
and frozen
and still
just like this cold evening
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A Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry. Honestly just need somewhere to put it, but read if you want :) (P.S. Cover is not mine, found it on Google)
