Like the changes in the sky,
From day to day,
I find my seasons shift
From loving to pain.
From the warmest of hearts,
To the light of your day,
The warmth on your skin-
I am touching every part of your being.
To the frost that bites your frame,
The shivers you get
When you pay too much attention,
The thing you can’t escape
Even when you find warmth again-
I will still be the coldest little ******
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
Like the changes in the sky,
From day to day,
I find my seasons shift
From loving to pain.
From the warmest of hearts,
To the light of your day,
The warmth on your skin-
I am touching every part of your being.
To the frost that bites your frame,
The shivers you get
When you pay too much attention,
The thing you can’t escape
Even when you find warmth again-
I will still be the coldest little ******
