My mitten, I wear you in the cold, with the winds so speedy
deflecting pain from my threshold,
but the pain started to crinkle, was to intolerant and ultra lethal,
My mitten, collapse onto the ground, concealing the protector
that couldn't rebound, and there was I, a hand as numb as ice,
the price you take becomes a livid vice, with minimum sacrifice.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
My mitten, I wear you in the cold, with the winds so speedy
deflecting pain from my threshold,
but the pain started to crinkle, was to intolerant and ultra lethal,
My mitten, collapse onto the ground, concealing the protector
that couldn't rebound, and there was I, a hand as numb as ice,
the price you take becomes a livid vice, with minimum sacrifice.