#scatteredthoughts2

Shivering in cold.

Left the truth behind.

Went away from reality.

For a warm touch.

The touch was there.

Caressed by warmth,

Started healing.

Only to realise,

It was not out of love.

Don't know what it was.

As the touch couldn't see,

It just felt.

Felt the anger,

The jealousy in me.

So it withdrew.

Abandoned,

Dying of cold again.

Searched n searched for touch

It left me to feel somebody else.

It's warmth caresses somebody else now.

Winter is my destiny,