How alone can I be befor I lose even myself
The feel of solitudes ice cold tendrils as they
Seep into my skin
When I think to fight
For who
Or what
Giving in so my heart could freeze.
Hopping she arrives soon.
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
How alone can I be befor I lose even myself
The feel of solitudes ice cold tendrils as they
Seep into my skin
When I think to fight
For who
Or what
Giving in so my heart could freeze.
Hopping she arrives soon.