squaremonkey1

Shivering from day to night, Waiting for that warming light. Winters weather doesn't help, Stop my cold, cold shivering self. My fingers are like icicles, As I shove them deeper into my pockets. I don't want to step into that pond-like puddle, I'm so cold i practically waddle. Running through the greenish-gray grass in my super soaked socks, Waiting to go inside and change them. My crooked teeth hurt every time I breath in that cold air, They were ice cubes. I see that winter lightning and hear that old man snoring, It's natures frightening way of saying that its storming. By now you should  know, to pile on those warm, fur