Cold
I live only to breath
but all I breath in is disharmony
the torn up pages of a forgotten life
malice and anger and hatred and strife
things close to my heart, those things may be
but without balance
all you get is disharmony
the burnt up remnants of lost love
the kind where your partner fits you like a glove
that you’ve seem to grown out of too fast
couldn’t make it last
not long enough afore you managed to kill the white dove
not enough to make you whole
the only feeling left seems to be cold
Storm Hogan enjoys spending time with her family, including her dog, Shiloh. She has been writing ever since she can remember, even to the bewilderment of her parents. She has a very broad taste in reading poetry and fiction, as well as a deep interest in many different genres of music. Right now she is attending Howard Community College in Maryland, and plans on transfering to a university to get her four-year degree.