Jan 2018
It isn't cold,
but he's freezing.
Thin-skinned,
still is breathing
Warm me.
Hug me.
He longs for love,
but he isn't chosen.
Young lad,
don't be broken.
Warm yourself.
Love yourself.
but he's freezing.
Thin-skinned,
still is breathing
Warm me.
Hug me.
He longs for love,
but he isn't chosen.
Young lad,
don't be broken.
Warm yourself.
Love yourself.
What if the only person we've been waiting to love us, is ourselves?
