I kissed the drop of the ice
Like your tears that never stop
I should have hold your corpse
Instead of giving it to another man
Grayscale and a forceful kiss
I should have warmed you with my love
But now you're gone and I act though
I can't smell the petrichor anymore
My sense had gone walk past that door
The mist that used to makes me shivered
Now just a thin air that whispered
I have lost you in a rainy day like this
Your raindrops were warm and salty
And now I am buried with guilt
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 10:14 AM UTC
I kissed the drop of the ice
Like your tears that never stop
I should have hold your corpse
Instead of giving it to another man
Grayscale and a forceful kiss
I should have warmed you with my love
But now you're gone and I act though
I can't smell the petrichor anymore
My sense had gone walk past that door
The mist that used to makes me shivered
Now just a thin air that whispered
I have lost you in a rainy day like this
Your raindrops were warm and salty
And now I am buried with guilt
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