Jun 2020
Haunting me when I'm weakest
You wrap my heart in icy tendrils
Waiting for me to break and succomb
Your grip is firm yet fleeting
Flighty as the wind direction
Invisible as the sky
You wrap my heart in icy tendrils
Waiting for me to break and succomb
Your grip is firm yet fleeting
Flighty as the wind direction
Invisible as the sky
