I stand outside
And can't help feeling the cold wind.
It's freezing,
I can't run away because I'm in the middle of nowhere.
So I pile on jackets, sweaters, coats, or anything I can find to keep warm.
Nothing works,
I'm still getting colder.
But I look at a distance
And notice people playing in swimsuits and shorts.
I look up and realize that they are under the same warm sun I am under.
So why is it I don't feel warm?
Why am I just getting colder?
What do they have that I don't?
I look deep inside them,
And see something I thought I had until I looked in myself...

A Heart....

Their heart beats joyful warmth
Through their body.
However the heart doesn't run on its own.
These people have love to keep theirs running.
They have that special somebody that gives their life worth and meaning.
Under any kinds of conditions, they can hold each other.
They can keep each other warm even when the sun doesn't shine...

This is why I'm cold...

I don't have anyone to hold,
Or any beautiful person to warm me up with their smile. I don't have a heart because I was never given one...

I am cold because I am dead...