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Colder Than a Snowman

I live in a wooden house I cannot turn on the fireplace ’cause I may burn the walls Winter has already come and the snow covered my garden and cold froze the neighbor’s water well I look through the window and wait for you to come home I’m so cold and I can’t feel the blood in my veins you know, I’m not one of those who hate this season I love the sound of rain on my ceiling I adore the steam coming out from my mouth to the glass then draw weird shapes and smile I like to wear my pink jacket and my Hello Kitty hat That my grandma bought me then going out to build snowman like I did last year well I admit that I’m always the one who eats his nose that’s why I told you, you shouldn't use carrot anymore it’s our third winter together but for me it’s the twelfth ’cause during those three years under the same roof I knew only one season named cold all my days were winter your arms were always frozen that even when you hold me I feel like I’m paralyzed your words are so dry and your mind is always emptied you asked me “Why I like to hug and kiss my snowman? Isn’t too dank?” ooh baby, i guess you never knew that you’re colder than a snowman! I can feel warmth even if you bury me under the frost But I’d be cold, even if you built me a castle in your core if you wonder why I’m still living in your frosted palace you should know that even if you’re colder than a snowman your heart is warm by the flame of mine and if I go, you’re gonna lose the meaning of your life even though you will never admit it when you look into my eyes…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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