My heart hurts,
Did you know your hands are cold?
Not warm like the ones I've read about,
Not warm like his were before.
Maybe I'm going crazy,
Yet as your stone fingers slip through mine,
I know,
I'd rather freeze with your arms around me,
than burn in lies he told.
YOU ARE READING
Notes To You
PoetryWords that fill my brain, while I lie staring at a bright screen, with a red filled arrow beside your name.
