Her cheeks, lost their rosiness
Eyes, their inquisitive shine
Arms colder than ice itself
Lips, a frigid blue.
Then came a knock, and he
enters, in his royal garb
Painting pink on her cheeks
And the sinful red on her lips
Dressing her in her best, for
The journey that will be remembered
By many. Forever
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
Her cheeks, lost their rosiness
Eyes, their inquisitive shine
Arms colder than ice itself
Lips, a frigid blue.
Then came a knock, and he
enters, in his royal garb
Painting pink on her cheeks
And the sinful red on her lips
Dressing her in her best, for
The journey that will be remembered
By many. Forever
