Sun soaking through bitter
Winter winds
The air begins creeping around
The lotion I applied this morning.
My legs have been bare for a while.
And the water cuts clean through me.
Icy knives less than dropped.
River cold begins to feel new and dry.
All of it blew passed me
You and your skin.
What I imagine it to be
It could purify
Every bit of me
I think I'm lost
Kiss me,
Withtheworstbuzz. Withthebestlips,
And you will see how important I am.