Your soul is like blazing fire
it keeps me warm
like a pair of gloves
wrapped around my fingers.
But now that flame has died
I feel cold, alone, frostbitten
like a carcass in the snow
left for dead by you.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
Your soul is like blazing fire
it keeps me warm
like a pair of gloves
wrapped around my fingers.
But now that flame has died
I feel cold, alone, frostbitten
like a carcass in the snow
left for dead by you.