Lonely Being
I put the phone down
as I touched the window pane
The coldness rushes through my veins
Like a race to see who wins the game
A sudden tear rolls down my cheek
The coldness rushes through my bones
My fingers wipe away the liquid
That was full of secrets
I lean my head against the window
As I breathe heavily
The window glass is clouded with my breath
I take a glance at the phone
Nothing but quiet as it can be
Copyright © May Xiong | Year Posted 2015
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