Even under every blanket.
Dressed in my warmest clothes.
In the humid summer night.
I can’t help but shiver.
As I lie awake staring into the dark.
Everything feels cold.
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 6:11 PM UTC
Even under every blanket.
Dressed in my warmest clothes.
In the humid summer night.
I can’t help but shiver.
As I lie awake staring into the dark.
Everything feels cold.
Another lost poem from 2021
