the cold, my love
is something so close to us
it finds us in our dreams.
it haunts not only you,
but me.
the cold, my love
has something I want.
it has the warmth that is meant
to be for us.
but it so blatantly disregards
our every being.
the cold, my love
will soon find its way
in and between.
soaking into our bones
to keep us from loving.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
the cold, my love
is something so close to us
it finds us in our dreams.
it haunts not only you,
but me.
the cold, my love
has something I want.
it has the warmth that is meant
to be for us.
but it so blatantly disregards
our every being.
the cold, my love
will soon find its way
in and between.
soaking into our bones
to keep us from loving.
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