the possibility of you was my blanket
the intrigue of your lips
pressed onto wherever hey decided
kept the frigid wind from blowing through me
frozen crystals of ice were melted off
my guilty body
guilty
i was delusional
potential isnt promise
so when the trace of you left the air
the snow was vicious and penetrated my flesh
and
now
i'm
so
cold.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
the possibility of you was my blanket
the intrigue of your lips
pressed onto wherever hey decided
kept the frigid wind from blowing through me
frozen crystals of ice were melted off
my guilty body
guilty
i was delusional
potential isnt promise
so when the trace of you left the air
the snow was vicious and penetrated my flesh
and
now
i'm
so
cold.
