Warmth
 
It’s something I have always craved
 
That special feeling of not being afraid
 
I see others enjoy its wonder
 
And yet, I sit on the edges, only appearing rarely, like thunder
 
That special, wonderful, amazing thing I’ve been told
 
God, I am so cold
 
Why can’t I experience its joy
 
Why must I feel as unwanted as an old toy
 
Is it simply fate
 
Or am I simply too late
 
I do not want to know
 
For my soul is as snow
 
I crave only one thing
 
That wonderful, indescribable thing
 
I crave warmth
 
By Gray
 
 
 
 
 


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