Friday, June 24, 2016

The Heat




This heat is killing me
It grows and grows
It takes my breath away
It burns me from inside while outside it is freezing cold
Hurts so much
I write to cool it off
I care not of what you think
For before I cared too much

I tremble under the pressure
I seem to follow patterns that should be broken
Walking in a circle of misery
I shall no longer listen to the heat
Embracing the cold seems a good idea says reason

Maybe on another path I will find happiness
  

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