Some past ago
Innocence carried my heart
And then one day you presented to me
The Impression of passion
It touched me
Changed me
Utilized my beating chest
And utterly broke me
I yearn still to embrace your body
The elegant contact of your lips on mine
To save you from the bitterness of snowy nights
But my mistakes bartered my undoing
That night
That cold, unforgiving winter night
Will forever haunt my dreams
As I try to find the past in my slumber
The extent of loves hand is weary and perplexing
But the willingness of a heart as mine will trade lives
For one
Last
Touch
By the divines, I am alone
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
Some past ago
Innocence carried my heart
And then one day you presented to me
The Impression of passion
It touched me
Changed me
Utilized my beating chest
And utterly broke me
I yearn still to embrace your body
The elegant contact of your lips on mine
To save you from the bitterness of snowy nights
But my mistakes bartered my undoing
That night
That cold, unforgiving winter night
Will forever haunt my dreams
As I try to find the past in my slumber
The extent of loves hand is weary and perplexing
But the willingness of a heart as mine will trade lives
For one
Last
Touch
By the divines, I am alone
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