Dec 2012
Cold hands, I trapped on the side of my cheek.
From frostbitten fingers, bruises leak.
Cold hands, I locked in mine to make warm,
Whose ice seeped into me as you harm.
From frostbitten fingers, bruises leak.
Cold hands, I locked in mine to make warm,
Whose ice seeped into me as you harm.
I tried to warm you, but your ice only spread into me as well.
