Icicles hanging from the ceiling
My breath coming out in clouds
Tap my back pocket one last time
Map tucked safely away
I made you a *** of tea
Are you cold?
Are you well?
Hush now, I’m here with you
Frost on all the walls
I’ll be back tomorrow, my love
Around dinnertime
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
Icicles hanging from the ceiling
My breath coming out in clouds
Tap my back pocket one last time
Map tucked safely away
I made you a *** of tea
Are you cold?
Are you well?
Hush now, I’m here with you
Frost on all the walls
I’ll be back tomorrow, my love
Around dinnertime
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