Cold (Pulse Poetry)

Poem By O.S. Brooks

I Just got back in from walking in the rain
Thinking of how my life will never be the same
In some ways though, I can never complain
Just last night...I saw it all before it happened

-I'm cold...I'm not doing so well
-I'm cold...I'm not used to the silence
-I'm cold...I'm not used to farewells

Sitting here remembering all that we've done
Especially the moments we were close to the sun
In some ways pain can kill hope and wisdom
I moved before I thought...I loved before I lost

-I'm cold...Not doing so well
-I'm cold...Not used to the silence
-I'm cold...Getting used to farewells

So, with this last blog I write to tell the world
-There's so much to see when your chasing a dream-
Hold fast to your destiny, work on love consistantly
And never give up, I'd swallow tears from a cup
If it would bring back yesterday, but only the joy
Cause yesterday the pain left so many annoyed

I'm cold...I ain't doing so well
I'm cold...I ain't used to the silence
I'm cold...I ain't used to farewells

I tried, but in the end lost a soul-mate and friend
Since hearts grow cold when your out-of-control
I freeze now thinking bout the pleasure and pain
Resting on my dreams, how they won't be the same
In some ways though, I can never complain
For ten lucid years... showed the world we were here
We'd laugh and try to cope with the thought of our fears
Hoping that they never, in a million come clear
But things fall apart like the novel my dear
I moved before I thought...I loved before I lost

I'm cold...I'm not doing so well...
I'm cold...I ain't used to the silence
I'm cold...I'm not used to farewells

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