Yes I was too forward for sure,
I whispered, I shivered, she shivers no more.
And I knew better than to go out into the cold
To battle the warmth with a stick and some stone
Perhaps later I'll retire to my home
Blue colors drawn on windowsills between the cracks
The recesses open up and swallow me whole
A vacant shell with no home and no soul
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
Yes I was too forward for sure,
I whispered, I shivered, she shivers no more.
And I knew better than to go out into the cold
To battle the warmth with a stick and some stone
Perhaps later I'll retire to my home
Blue colors drawn on windowsills between the cracks
The recesses open up and swallow me whole
A vacant shell with no home and no soul
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