Ice Cold

How I hate the cold My feet turn to ice In winter I’m not bold Indoors is where it’s nice I shiver and shake My lips turn blue I cannot fake Warm weather is due I always wear a sweater I always feel a chill I always feel better When winter’s had it’s fill   


Fiery, stinging, raging as the huge yellow fireball pours her violent flames down on me. Burning, singeing, scalding my delicate skin. The heat radiates and sears my flesh. Beads of moisture appear attempting to cool the inferno that covers my body. Red, scarlet, rouge pulsing and throbbing from head to toe. Just another day at… Read More Sunburn