You breathe on the glass and I can no longer see you clearly,
But at least this tells me your breath is still warm;
That you're alive and well,
So I think I'll be okay for now.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
You breathe on the glass and I can no longer see you clearly,
But at least this tells me your breath is still warm;
That you're alive and well,
So I think I'll be okay for now.
Request permission to use this poem