It
is freezing outside,
I
felt it inside my hide,
I
do not have thick skin
To
warm me deep within,
But
I have a loving heart
To
heat me up with a Tart,
As
blood rushes so within
I
am hot with sinful sin.
I
have no regret we sweat
As
it can cool you/I down,
Catching
a bug is a threat
To
you not acting the clown.
Jack
Frost comes at a cost –
Lots
will pass and be lost.
©
Andrew Stevenson 10/11/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
It's easy to "Hide" inside whether from the weather or one's self. Great poem Andrew.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
It is Yvonne. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
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