There’s no trace
Of ice or burning
Not a shade of fear or darkness
I am used to shadows
Having lived as one
Under their hands
So I can’t help but to look for them
Wrapped in your arms
Surrounded by summer
I can’t trust the light
For fear
The dark
Will catch me believing
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
There’s no trace
Of ice or burning
Not a shade of fear or darkness
I am used to shadows
Having lived as one
Under their hands
So I can’t help but to look for them
Wrapped in your arms
Surrounded by summer
I can’t trust the light
For fear
The dark
Will catch me believing
though hes gone and you are wonderful, its hard to move on - A Fine Frenzy
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