I am not the cover of the book
I am the story on each page
U can’t judge me based on just image I am deeper than that
U must take a better look
I was not born cold
Hearted , I was warm beneath my skin until the blizzard came and the real cold people amongst me started
How do u expect
To get a angel from hell ? is it possible to get love from a person incapable of loving because every single attempt to love has fail
You can’t demand trust with nothing valid to even trust in
If blood now run like water,
And if water is defined a outsider
Is your blood still your blood then?,
There is no way I can continue to shake a hand not as firm as my own
Grip that’s like going to war with no tools to fight the war wit
Poetry
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“I was warm beneath my skin until the blizzard came” – This was the part that stood out to me the most. I really like the dichotomy between cold and hot that you use.
Thank you i really appreciate it
Yes it’s true you cant trust not worthy of it, so is it that you can’t love a cold heated, expressed in a nice way in many words to emphasize. A good arrangement of words that impress .