The Winding River

I let myself get bitter.

I let myself get cold.

like a rainstorm on a river,

I always overflow.

 

I let myself get cold

In the freezing waters below,

I always overflow.

I let my feelings go.

 

In the freezing waters below,

My thoughts just turn to ice,

I let my feelings go.

Drifting off the path...

 

My thoughts just turn to ice,

like a rainstorm on a river,

Drifting off the path...

I let myself get bitter.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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