THE SOUND OF THE WIND
THE CHILLS IN MY SKIN
MY FINGERS VERY COLD
THEY START FEELING NUMB
NEEDING WARMTH IN MY SKIN
A HUG OR ANY CUDDLING WILL DO
IS WHAT ANY GUY OR GIRL IS WISHING FOR
IN THIS FREEZING COLD WEATHER
I LOOK AROUND AWKWARDLY
THE COLOR OF THE BUILDING
FADING GREY
VERY GLOOMY, VERY DEAD
REMINDING ME OF THE GRASS
THAT I STEP ON PURPOSELY
JUMPING ON IT, KILLING IT MORE
ITS GREEN ALMOST YELLOW
ITS LOSING LIFE IN THIS WEATHER
BASKETBALLS BOUNCING HARD
THE SOUND ECHOS PAASSING BY MY EARS
ITS GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER
ITS BOTHERING ME, ITS FRUSTRATING
I FEEL EMPTY, I FEEL LOST
I FEEL LONELY, I FEEL COLD
IN THIS PLACE FILLED WITH SORROW
IM DYING SLOWLEY IN THIS WEATHERWww@QuestionHome@Com