Cold hands and siren calls;
And here I am screaming
Cold feet and rain that falls;
And here I am drowning
Cold coffee before breakfast sounds nice;
But I'd rather taste your lips in the morning
Cold heart and frozen blood and ice;
Is what I am, and I think
Your fire is the only thing
That can melt the glaciers forming
Inside a soul
That has been cold
For so, so long
YOU ARE READING
Aphasia
Puisiaphasia; /əˈfeɪzɪə/ noun. inability (or impaired inability) to understand or produce speech, or express thoughts verbally. poetry book with writings that i can't put into words / rants / personal opinions on matters that matter to me / things people...
