The Other Path
My skin
chilled to the bone
my heart melting like the snowflakes on my palm
crying out for love,
attention,
anything,
someone who feels cold
who has regrets
a past
who knows the feeling of warmth,
of life,
of hope,
but chooses the other path
Copyright © Courtney Webb | Year Posted 2011
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