cold
I'm tormented by your memory.
by all of the words you spoke and the
feeling of your fingertips dancing on my skin.
but damn, you were so cold.
your hands were ice.
yet, your touch still managed to make me melt.
YOU ARE READING
words for the wind
Poésieshort writings and poems about sad shit like love and heartbreak _______________________________ previously known as "Lost"
