I have rasped to the cold
A yearning for warmth
The warmth of a love immolated
Of forgiveness through flame
And when it is loud
I have screamed to myself
A thousand pleas for a resting place,
A soft soil to resign in
And a burial of snow
And when I’m feeling selfish
I want only to indulge
In the relief of my spite -
That you may know how badly I wanted it,
Oh, for how long
I needed more than I could ask you for
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 4:30 PM UTC
I have rasped to the cold
A yearning for warmth
The warmth of a love immolated
Of forgiveness through flame
And when it is loud
I have screamed to myself
A thousand pleas for a resting place,
A soft soil to resign in
And a burial of snow
And when I’m feeling selfish
I want only to indulge
In the relief of my spite -
That you may know how badly I wanted it,
Oh, for how long
I needed more than I could ask you for
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