Hot and cold .. burning flames of urgers and boiling thoughts allut to sleep when I'm held by you content.

Facing the cold like an old lost friend .
Longing for a kiss from the skin and bones from the cold Spring clouds. I am anything a plea of red flags ..yet you don't fear or run. neither do you come in the door .

What are we doing .
What are you doing to me .. maybe this is a love letter crying out for help....not for a specific girl but for a love unlike any other ... Love that shields from the cold .. watch me lay my self to rest in the hot and cold pool of what I'll call home .. your body and warms . .. as my arms grow colder and crumble into lifeless matter.  .. why do we hold on to such things .. .cuz we believe in it so much .. it compels us to believe .. I haven't stoped believing. Until the day you find me .