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.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
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.
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