I still hear you in the whispers of the wind.
Like a cold night air that brings chills upon barren skin,
Your memory still torments me from within.
Though I lay with many a lover,
My heart longs for no other.
When will these tears no longer imbue ?
My soul has been cast in ice;
One day may love for you decay.
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 7:58 PM UTC
I still hear you in the whispers of the wind.
Like a cold night air that brings chills upon barren skin,
Your memory still torments me from within.
Though I lay with many a lover,
My heart longs for no other.
When will these tears no longer imbue ?
My soul has been cast in ice;
One day may love for you decay.