The hidden stories

These are poems about me, and other people I care about. But if you would like to give a request please contact me through my wall, or in the comments of this book... thank you, and I will notify you when the poem is done, and what the name of it is.


16. Morning frost:

My teeth are chattering,

My skin is numb,

My fingers are turning blue,

It's so cold,

I don't want to move,

I watch as my breaths fill the air,

Like smoke drifting through the air,

I can see the morning frost on the glass,

It's beautiful.

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