You look at them through those eyes,
eyes that could pierce their soul and as cold as an ice.
And giving them a sly smile,
that they'd still see from a mile.
Your touch leaving trails on their skin,
a touch that can be too keen
or too soft to be gentle.
But behind this ice cold facade,
I could easily drown,
for whenever I am with you,
you put your walls down.
An exemption amongst the others.
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 4:42 AM UTC
You look at them through those eyes,
eyes that could pierce their soul and as cold as an ice.
And giving them a sly smile,
that they'd still see from a mile.
Your touch leaving trails on their skin,
a touch that can be too keen
or too soft to be gentle.
But behind this ice cold facade,
I could easily drown,
for whenever I am with you,
you put your walls down.
An exemption amongst the others.
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