Cold Fever
Weak and cold as days now seem,
So unwell like a fire died within,
A cold fever that runs in the storm,
From lost love, an infectious disease I caught.
A fearful jitter through my broken soul,
Numb life is moved over gravel roads,
Shining on a darkling moon-lit night,
With waters that rolled down my eye.
Don't know no direction, no person too close,
Walking on an endless breathtaking storm,
So full of emotion, longing for a soul,
A soul, just anyone, to light a fire in this cold.
2018-11-05 14:54:32
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