Cold.

I'm letting out everything i could in this blog. All the poetry came out from my mind, it may not be good, but it does makes me feel a lot better. I couldn't sleep for all i care, so i decided to write something.

Cold runs though my nose
Blood runs through it
Bleeding like a hose
Who cares doesn't it?

When we were friends
We laughed
We joked
The world is ours

I laughed at your teeth
That awfully crooked teeth
It was beauty without doubt
With that change in your smile
I saw the change in you

Was that hatred i might imply
With that grin of a smile
Without a doubt it is sly
From it my pride died
From it i tried,
To be comforting and try
To be a friend in time

For now my heart died.
From a cold that seeps in mine.