How Cold Is the Air We Breath
The world is as cold as the humans inside it
Breathing their cold words and exhaling their death
Feeding the universe their souls which were born to be warming
Though most of forget how to be warm allowing others cold hearted ways
Only those who care enough not to speak of the pain the feel
Nor spreading the coldness they had been taught was the only human emotion
The ones who can not speak of this cold have given their last final breath
They were not all given a fair enough chance to breath warmth
For the coldness they tried to avoid pinned them up against the walls
As the others just watched, without so much as wanting to warm them
Forever knowing just how cold the world truly is, even through their final breath of air
Copyright © Raven Tones | Year Posted 2017
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