Cold Is A State Of Mind - Poem by Jhon hagwood
If it's cold and your outside,
that's when my eye's begin too cry.
And that's when Istart too tell myself,
"how warm it is outside.
Comments about Cold Is A State Of Mind by Jhon hagwood
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You