meh...
a salty drop
on a frigid day
wind, stripping the warmth
from deep inside your soul.
the drop freezes
the frigid day, turns to frigid night
the warmth fully stripped
a cold breeze meanders through your soul
your inside shiver
consuming food, it drops
and echoes with a "clank"
there is no love here.
that drop from your eyes
containing the only
piece of heart within
is gone.
a kiss from a warm pair of lips
is felt just as much as a gust of
warm air on a dead,
cold, naked, body.
it only disturbs
the life which is living
because for an eternity
the body is cursed to ne'er respond.
on a frigid day
wind, stripping the warmth
from deep inside your soul.
the drop freezes
the frigid day, turns to frigid night
the warmth fully stripped
a cold breeze meanders through your soul
your inside shiver
consuming food, it drops
and echoes with a "clank"
there is no love here.
that drop from your eyes
containing the only
piece of heart within
is gone.
a kiss from a warm pair of lips
is felt just as much as a gust of
warm air on a dead,
cold, naked, body.
it only disturbs
the life which is living
because for an eternity
the body is cursed to ne'er respond.