Sunday, 25 December 2016

I'll live.

Inside the box of frozen walls,
I sit and watch as the temperature falls.
Inside this box, I helped create,
I feel the simmering vibes, the hate.
I thought what I wanted was something plain,
Something small, expected.  I need not explain.
Turns out, it's something you cannot give,
So to keep her close, this is the way I'll live.

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