It's bitterly cold,
And my breath trails behind me
Like an industrial smokestack.
I take a greedy gulp,
And warmth penetrates my chest
Like new love's first kiss.
Happy Ballantine's Day.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
It's bitterly cold,
And my breath trails behind me
Like an industrial smokestack.
I take a greedy gulp,
And warmth penetrates my chest
Like new love's first kiss.
Happy Ballantine's Day.