My poems #12
Cold Blooded
What does it mean when the blood in your veins freezes
Becoming bitter and cold
Your heart a frozen piece
Fragile to never ending beatings
Breaking at the slightest bit of heat
Corrosive, bitter, frozen, and fragile
The only true cure to pain
Is to become Cold Blooded
Hot Headed
The fire that sounds in your head
A small spark in a million thoughts
The heat that rises through your viens
Enters as the brains disease
Feeling the pulsing temples quake
The pride that runs through your mind
A disease that causes you to lose everything
Dont give in to the temptation of being Hot Headed
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