The coldest Morning
In the coldest morning
Of a frozen day
There’s a teeny tiny kernel of heat
Deep inside your heart.
Keep it safe,
You might need it
Some day
In the coldest morning
Of a dead relationship
Reach inside
For that tiny kernel of heat.
You’ll need it
For that someone else
You’ll meet.
jan oskar hansen
Fri 14th Feb 2014 22:16
I loved the last verse of your poem