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A Cold Winter's Night
I'm just so damn cold;
My hands are like ice.
Is this a result
Of my troubling thoughts?
Or simply a cold winter's night?
It doesn't matter either way,
Because I seem to get chills
On even the hottest of days.
Perhaps it's that I'm growing up,
And you're not here to see.
You'll never know
The young woman
That I've turned out to be.
As I feel a shiver
Run down my spine,
I can't help but wonder -
"Why'd you leave me behind?"
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Perhaps it's that I'm growing up,
And you're not here to see.
You'll never get to know
The young woman
I've turned out to be.
was my favourite stanza. This was really well written - thankyou for a funky, funky read =D |
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Comment by: throb25 - 2006-12-13 21:11
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This is very strong, almost someone who is grieving for the loss of a loved one.
Great read and strong ending.
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Comment by: - 2006-12-05 18:31
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| I love this. I have written about feeling cold even when it is hot outside, just that concept in one of my poems also. But this poem is gorgeous. Would it be too much to ask what it's about? |
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Comment by: mitra - 2006-11-17 07:40
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| The sadness slowly reveals itself in the end with not so much as a plea but a matter of fact sort of feel. Nice work. |
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Comment by: lofty - 2006-11-16 23:36
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guess it doesn't matter either way,
Because I seem to get chills
On even the hottest of days.
haunting lines in a great piece.. |
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