Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2017
I wear my heart on my sleeve with a jacket over it.
It's hard to be in sleeves when it's cold out, but even harder when it's not.

Hang up the coat, and someone else is waiting to give you theirs.

Because no one cares how many goosebumps you have on your arms, they'll tell you if you're cold to just wear a jacket.

But I'm cold with my jacket.
Written by
JC
134
   Just Melz
Please log in to view and add comments on poems