I'm cold:
My teeth are chattering
And goosebumps cover my bare arms,
So hold me close
In the cocoon-like warmth of your arms.
Chase the chill away
With your shaman-like voice
And sooth my frozen nerves
And melt my uptight, frigid insides.
The cold is deep-rooted right to my soul.
Blankets and hot soup,
I have tried;
Yet, nothing works
Against this perennial cold;
Nothing, except your
Inviting presence
That reminds me of home.
YOU ARE READING
When The Heart Whispers
PoetryThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
