I found him in the most unlikely of people
In the coldest of nights
In the warmest of hearts
The softest of touches.
Out of the frigid wind was I pulled
I can breathe.
No rushing currents choking me
No biting cold cutting through me
Protected.
Safe.
But for how long?
Do not rush
Darling, savor what little I can offer
Not what little I have left, but what little may be allowed.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
I found him in the most unlikely of people
In the coldest of nights
In the warmest of hearts
The softest of touches.
Out of the frigid wind was I pulled
I can breathe.
No rushing currents choking me
No biting cold cutting through me
Protected.
Safe.
But for how long?
Do not rush
Darling, savor what little I can offer
Not what little I have left, but what little may be allowed.
