i don't know if my outsides are cold or inside. this heart always shivers when it hears a name. i am a body which never felt warmth i am someone who controls their wrath. i see the enemy with the coward's heart on their cloth even when i am cold every battle is meant to be fought.
*deep breath* my hands and feet are always cold even though i do not live in a cold region. as far as my parents can remember, my hands and feet were cold since i was about two. a lot of people have been noticing it recently as well so yeah i wrote a poem about it because i can.