My skin is cool

I’ve stopped feeling blue

Instead I feel yellow and grey

And I think that’s okay

My lips are chapped

I’ve lost what I’ve mapped

Instead I found the sea and flames

And I think “What a shame”

My nose is raw

I’ve loosened my jaw

Because I feel I’ve got words

And I think I’m just a baby bird

My toes are lost

They sit at the end of my socks

Because I feel I need shoes

And I think small birds haven’t much to lose.