My Coldness
I'm so cold all the time
I've lost my last hope
I don't chase my dreams
Give me a cover
I want to vanish
But I can't, I can't
I'm still here
Who is that girl?
looking at me
I remember her
In scattered dreams
Two sad eyes
She sees through me
Through a little
Piece of mirror
She cuts my hands
They bleed
As I sit here silent and squeak
Copyright © Imran Nazeer | Year Posted 2021
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