there was something I was going to say
over and over and over again
but whatever it was it just went away
and I was left wishing my heart was cold
I was lost inside my bewildered mind
going over and over and over again
where it was I wanted to be
but I was frozen in my own tracks
believing I would likely die from the cold
january two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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“I was left wishing my heart was cold” I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought this.
it shouldn’t be this way….