He lingered on in the cold,
her voice to his ear;
saving him
from the frostbite of a lonely earth.
All on her own,
all on that phone,
he heard her soft and
held out to reach her
against the bitter cough
of nature’s cold.
His heart his mind it
beats of it,
thinks of it;
them.
And therefore it,
because of it;
he speaks to sleep then.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
He lingered on in the cold,
her voice to his ear;
saving him
from the frostbite of a lonely earth.
All on her own,
all on that phone,
he heard her soft and
held out to reach her
against the bitter cough
of nature’s cold.
His heart his mind it
beats of it,
thinks of it;
them.
And therefore it,
because of it;
he speaks to sleep then.
This one's an oldie.
