things were warm and soft, oranges and yellows, i was comfortable and safe.
then by her hand things were forced cold. it became no longer a place of sanctum but a cold, dark cave.
but you, you were my lighthouse. my warmth in the cold, my safe haven.
but things have changed now.
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC
things were warm and soft, oranges and yellows, i was comfortable and safe.
then by her hand things were forced cold. it became no longer a place of sanctum but a cold, dark cave.
but you, you were my lighthouse. my warmth in the cold, my safe haven.
but things have changed now.