“You’re cold.”
Your words.
They ring in my mind,
rebounding inside my skull
and echoing for eternity.
Sharp little knives
that slice through my brain.
I’m not cold.
I’m as emotional
as emotional can be.
I may lack ****** expression,
body language
and gestures.
But I’m not cold.
You may think
that I do not care;
that I have no compassion
or love for other people.
But I'm certainly not cold.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
“You’re cold.”
Your words.
They ring in my mind,
rebounding inside my skull
and echoing for eternity.
Sharp little knives
that slice through my brain.
I’m not cold.
I’m as emotional
as emotional can be.
I may lack ****** expression,
body language
and gestures.
But I’m not cold.
You may think
that I do not care;
that I have no compassion
or love for other people.
But I'm certainly not cold.
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