The chill is getting to me I keep blowing on my hands Though I know it's useless I have nothing to fear As long as I feel cold -Kel Dayheart
Startle
Like a bucket of ice Tipped over the head I now think in Startling clarity -Kel Dayheart
Absence of Heat
Ice cold hands Hold on Hoping to warm up If only For a moment -Kel Dayheart
Chills
There is a chill in the air
That rushes up my spine
Icy
I am more cold bloodied Than even I believed As I sit soaking up the sun I am still so chilled -Kel Dayheart
Arctic Blue
He had beautiful eyes Of a bright remembrance blue But unfortunately They were like ice -Kel Dayheart
Lean to the Bone
Prowling in the concrete jungle Lean and mean As you skulk around All the fat cats Going for scraps, unwanted To somehow make it In this cold place I call a life -Kel Dayheart
Curved Line
Your smile is flat two-dimensional without depth without feeling Your smile is cold arctic without warmth without care -Kel Dayheart
Blank Once More
It's winter again The chill is here And the world is blank With snow fall -Kel Dayheart
Homebound
It's crummy out But the tea is brewed just right And there is no plans, No reason to brave the cold It's crummy out But there's 200 pages left In this page- turner book And no responsibilities to accomplish -Kel Dayheart
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