the cold bites at your face
and you hold your scarf tighter around your bruised neck
the blasting wind scratches at your bones
you swear you can feel your ribs poke your skin
and raw ice scratches at your heart
i can hear your name in my head
but frozen tears don't fall
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
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