A Cold Room

A Cold Room

By Allie Marie

You and I stand in a cold room.

I miss the times when I spoke to soon.

The wires wrapped around my arms

are from those who are bolder not braver than I.

I don’t belong here.

We were meant to meet a different year.

I somehow can’t allow myself to ask for another chance.

I miss the way you used to glance.

I am tainted and naive. 

I say I far too much.

But, we’re both more than we seem.

I sweep away another dream.

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