Cold

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I used to love the cold,

It let my mind wander

I think of what it will be like to get old.

 

I used to love the cold,

But sometimes it causes me to ponder

What would happen if my story was never told. I used to love the cold,

 

I used to love the cold,

The way people would saunter

Watching how everything will unfold. I think of what it will be like to get old.

 

Now I hate the cold

Its full of my sad stories and blunder

So many glee filled stories left untold. I used to love the cold,

 

Now I hate the cold,

It causes my mind to falter

Full of sorrowful thoughts my mind can not hold. I think of what it will be like to get old.

 

Now I hate the cold.

It caused my opinion to alter

The cold is a force untold. I used to love the cold,

Don’t you hate the cold? I think of what it will be like to get old.

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Aniya Williams (Sonnet)