Cold Sunshine Dust

A Poem by Kiara

Golden sun

Sends dust floating,

But still refuses to make me warm.

Sitting in the window,

I breathe in the dust.

I don't cough.

I just shiver.

My lips are turning blue.

© 2012 Kiara

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Your Perfect Disaster

I like this........ It's mysterious and thoughtful and gives one and insight into the mind.

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My name is Taylor Bigelow, I am eighteen and I absolutely love my boyfriend, my cats, music, writing, and playing my trumpet. Some of the bands I listen to are: Pierce the Veil, Sleeping with Sir.. more..