I am cold

I feel cold,

Like the sun is nowhere near my reach,

I yarn to feel the rays on my bare skin,

Suffocating within the emotions I call my own,

Trying to figure out if whether my soul is still intact with my being,

I feel cold,

The temperature of the Atlantic is much high for me

And I have no thermometer reading of this warming cold in me,

They say I am dead, but what defines the living?

I am as unique as any other blood type,

Life, as it gently flows to my cold heart,

I feel cold,

Like a Winter hail, like an Autumn storm,

I become the bitterness of every gentle and kind heart,
Now that I am so close to the sun,

The coldness rises more and more!