Fridge. Poem by T'' Webbo
Fridge.
The icy blasts of he arctic wind, are what I live through each day.
How I wish for you to open me, as the light cuts through the painful darkness.
I have no real emotions but what I feel for you is undesirable.
I often fantasise about the way you enter my life day after day, but how you only want me when it suites you.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: emotions,wind
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