Apr 2015
Cold to the touch
I feel it rolling down
Like the trace of a finger
It leaves a trail
A temporary reminder
Of why it's there
I wipe it away
Knowing another will come
To take its place
I feel it rolling down
Like the trace of a finger
It leaves a trail
A temporary reminder
Of why it's there
I wipe it away
Knowing another will come
To take its place
