Everyday from that day on it was cold, the grown was cold the weather was cold, the world was cold.
The tip of my nose was always frozen from the cold.
But he warmed me up. He lit the fire in my soul and made me feel safe and warm, like cozying up to your favorite blanket.
I wasn't very strong, I couldn't get through the cold alone.
He would always tell me I'm his daisy he would say
"Roses are to expected Amelia Rose, you my love are a daisy unexpected!"
Then he'd smile and kiss my forehead.
I'd close my eyes and breathe him in steadily.
My soul.
He was my sweet warm soul.
I don't know why he's isn't warm anymore he's cold, but I'm still holding him.
I would bleed alot.
I can't remember how or why.
But I did and he would cry
