Emotions

Words escape in our minds when needed most my the heart Feelings become icy as a cold slumber hoping for a warm cosy summer One day There would be no fear in the mind Everyone would chear out of any kind of joy - Don't we live to express? -Maybe but words run out like nobody else 's business when we are provoked outside In winter ,there is no hope,there is no cosyness But when summer knocks,there is hope for warmth and comfort.