Have you ever laid in bed pretending that you're asleep.
While he's stroking the back of your hair.
You're feeling the essence of your own vulnerability.
It's deep beneath his gentle touch.
Hearing his breathing with each caress.
And you miss his image as it lingers in your mind.
Your mind us the only place he lingers still.

Have you ever curled up in a bedroom ball.
A pretence of sleep is all that's left now.
The fear left you quivering.
His coldness left you shivering.
As viciously he turned you out the house.
Welcome to the land of cold.
(C) Livvi