Cold
We sit on the cold bench in the dark
all to be seen is our breath,
caroling can be heard in the distance
it is that time of the year
A boy throws change into our mug
a woman glares in our direction
my hands are shaking
it is that time of the year
You're on your last cigarette
your raspy cough echoes through the dark
we share one blanket
it is that time of the year
And when all of this adds up,
no one will hear these words going through our minds
no one will know what 'cold' really feels like
25 cents wasn't enough for our meal
UMM this is gonna be disappointing but i'm not done with this poem, and i cant finish it right now..so sorry for leaving you hanging. yeahh..wow sorry.
all to be seen is our breath,
caroling can be heard in the distance
it is that time of the year
A boy throws change into our mug
a woman glares in our direction
my hands are shaking
it is that time of the year
You're on your last cigarette
your raspy cough echoes through the dark
we share one blanket
it is that time of the year
And when all of this adds up,
no one will hear these words going through our minds
no one will know what 'cold' really feels like
25 cents wasn't enough for our meal
UMM this is gonna be disappointing but i'm not done with this poem, and i cant finish it right now..so sorry for leaving you hanging. yeahh..wow sorry.