Apr 8
Even under every blanket.
Dressed in my warmest clothes.
In the humid summer night.
I can’t help but shiver.
As I lie awake staring into the dark.
Everything feels cold.
Dressed in my warmest clothes.
In the humid summer night.
I can’t help but shiver.
As I lie awake staring into the dark.
Everything feels cold.
Another lost poem from 2021
