The heat of the cold sun
Burns frostbites into my skin
Icicles growing in the cave of my lungs
Breath a cigarette between trembling lips
And I wait
And I wait
The moon boils the waters
A deep purple neath my feet
The foam biting at my heels
And the night smothering my eyes
And I wait
And I wait
And when I still my heart and pulse
To drown within the forest
The world blows past my shoulders
And carries away my voices
Jun 12, 2021
Jun 12, 2021 at 6:18 AM UTC
The heat of the cold sun
Burns frostbites into my skin
Icicles growing in the cave of my lungs
Breath a cigarette between trembling lips
And I wait
And I wait
The moon boils the waters
A deep purple neath my feet
The foam biting at my heels
And the night smothering my eyes
And I wait
And I wait
And when I still my heart and pulse
To drown within the forest
The world blows past my shoulders
And carries away my voices
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