"my fingers are cold. i don't like the cold," i said.
"let me hold them," you whispered.
you took my hand and kissed my cold fingers.
oh how warm and comforting your kisses are!
YOU ARE READING
dead stars: wishing and admiring from afar
Poésieprose & poetry to the stars that we used to have in our lives, i am sure that they have shined the brightest in their lifetime. my heart grieves with you.
cold fingers & warm kisses
"my fingers are cold. i don't like the cold," i said.
"let me hold them," you whispered.
you took my hand and kissed my cold fingers.
oh how warm and comforting your kisses are!
