Cracked splinters
Fracture a perfect thought
Of you
And I see you in the reflections
Of a frosted memory
I don’t
Want to freeze in the heat
Of the last words spoken
You are
Gone into history
And the void filters through
Me
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 7:36 AM UTC
Cracked splinters
Fracture a perfect thought
Of you
And I see you in the reflections
Of a frosted memory
I don’t
Want to freeze in the heat
Of the last words spoken
You are
Gone into history
And the void filters through
Me
