I am so very cold
As I pull my sweater around me,
Looking for some warmth.
When I turn to you,
Your arms are like ice,
And inside I get colder.
Your eyes make me shiver,
No flame inside there.
And I crawl under the blankets,
Shivering,
Thought the room is warm,
And I know it’s all inside.
So I close my eyes and dream,
I dream of a sun beam,
That carries me away.
And I dream that you care.
K.A.Stryker
September 6, 2001
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