Blue and icy,
The colours I see.
Silence speaks,
The bright world agree.
When the leaves were by my hot tea,
The coldness I feel is killing me.

It's hot out there,
But it's cold in here.
The thoughts I kept to myself,
Is freezing in me.
Sometimes I questioned,
Why is it so cold?
Is it just me or is it the world?
I need the sun to melt this all.
But once it's cold,

It remains cold.