Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Cold

Long lost words
Whisper slowly to me...
Still can't find what keeps me here!
When all this time,
I've been so alone inside...


It's spring inside my heart!
Everything is thawing out.
My eyes have a habit of raining more than the skies here.
My fingers are still icy,
but my heart is warming.
It's so nice to care about silly things.

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