Feb 13
The wishes that the cold will falter
Has halted
My mouth is quivering
And my body is shivering
My nose is as red as a cherry
And my lips are forming into the color of a blueberry
The ice of the cold biting my skin
The heat in me quivering within
The cold slicing my flesh
The slices are still fresh
The 20°F weather isn't helping
Instead, it's making me continue yelping
Ugh... I just hope I won't get hypothermia...
Has halted
My mouth is quivering
And my body is shivering
My nose is as red as a cherry
And my lips are forming into the color of a blueberry
The ice of the cold biting my skin
The heat in me quivering within
The cold slicing my flesh
The slices are still fresh
The 20°F weather isn't helping
Instead, it's making me continue yelping
Ugh... I just hope I won't get hypothermia...
I might be pushing out a lot of poems because I now, once again, have a writing sugar rush. It'll probably last for a week or more.
Edit: I SAW ******* ICE OUTSIDE AND THEY ARE STILL MAKING US GO TO SCHOOL. WHAT THE HELL MAN.
Edit: I SAW ******* ICE OUTSIDE AND THEY ARE STILL MAKING US GO TO SCHOOL. WHAT THE HELL MAN.
