grey morning

frost bites at my finger tips. the morning chiller than yesterday. grey clouds cover the blue ceiling and sun chandelier. that warms my frost bit hands. alot like my mood cold and alone . between my broken heart 💔 and slushed puppy tears hard to care or see the sad day in front of us should you find me frozen or just sitting against a wall my head dropped low shamed and assigned to this sadness I call life aka hell