27/F/Denmark "I am free and that is why I am lost."
My sister writes poetry too. Please, check her work out - she is called Dark Delusion. 337 followers / 3.4k words
What do I do When my breaths Form clouds In winter air No longer Evidence Of my frozen insides Bones Of ice Frozen blood Unable to run Fingertips Turning blue Snowflakes Sticking to my eyelashes Framing Frigid eyes Burning cold Tears Stain my Snow white Cheeks Landing On blue lips Breathing Frozen Breaths
love is a drug; once you have a taste you can't get enough. maybe that's why I am afraid, afraid to take a sip, a bite, a whiff, of love. i might overdose.