The air is cold,
and so is she
her once held warmth
now alludes me
The days are shorter,
She forgets my name
I am the hoarder
Of years of blame
The nights grow vast
And so does she
My stead is fast
And my conscience is free
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
The air is cold,
and so is she
her once held warmth
now alludes me
The days are shorter,
She forgets my name
I am the hoarder
Of years of blame
The nights grow vast
And so does she
My stead is fast
And my conscience is free
