Answer me.

I wrote this at 6:00 AM, and I have a-lot to do in the morning.

Cold.

 Alone?

 Your greatest joy can become your deepest wound.

 Anything can be lost.

 Anything can be obtained.

 Humans are fragile.

 Humans come with their own set of rules and regulations.

 They bring sorrow, and glee.

 Relationships.

 The closer you are, the colder you become.

 The colder you are, the closer you become.

 Empty?

 Dark.

Author's Note

Tell me what you think of this, and what you think my inspiration was for this.

Reviews

[Damien Ridge]

I think this is art to be honest. The way it's structured is brilliant. I can't honestly pinpoint the inspiration for it cause my mind wanders to endless possibilities ha. Although I feel it's a supposed love/relationship. A fight occurred maybe. Again endless possibilities. Which makes it such a good poem. Thanks for sharing!

[Hosimone]

Yeah, it's hard to pinpoint exactly what the inspiration for it was, haha. But, I think that you wrote it because you lost something you enjoyed. A relationship, maybe? Or maybe something else. But it was probably something big.