Apr 2014
I’m tired of being cold.
Hot water
Rolls down skin.
Hot bodies collide,
And I steal that fire.
But the ice won’t melt.
Deep in my cave
A heart,
Protected in frost.
Alone.
Hot water
Rolls down skin.
Hot bodies collide,
And I steal that fire.
But the ice won’t melt.
Deep in my cave
A heart,
Protected in frost.
Alone.
