Cold
Cold skin cold lips cold touch...
Cold heart.
You are winter breeze through the frozen trees
Never stopping too long
Only enough to gather warmth
From passerbys.
Misty air looks beautiful
When it frosts across the plain
But it never remains.
You are frozen
Frozen in time frozen in belief
Frozen in love.
About Me
- Lauren C.
- I'm a graphic designer with a degree in journalism from Shippensburg University. I love creating new things.
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