A chilly Monday

Hey guys, I know it’s not exactly Monday but when it was Monday, I thought of this little poem and didn’t get around to posting it until today. Hope you like it!

A chilly Monday
Stepping on the train,
clutching a plastic cup
of coffee
Walking into school,
cold blast of air
slapping cheeks,
hands in pockets
Noise of slamming lockers
so much louder
on a cold day
Short of breath,
quick gusts
Chilly Monday


About everburningcinders

So so...where to start? Well, for starters, I can say that I'm one of those kinds of people that don't care about their hair, or desperately need another pair of shoes. In fact, if you see me, you wouldn't notice me at all. I'm just the shadow, sticking to the walls, head buried in a book or eyes glazed over in a daydream. I want to be listened to and I want to be appreciated. My moral in life: Life is life. Believe in it and suck it up. I look forward to meetin' ya all!
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