I am the ice.
The that freezes over.
So cold, it burns to the touch.
Freezing over every memory, just to watch
Them crack & crumble to the hard ground.
Every memory so sweet & pure,
Old & full of light.
So much light, you can barely see that it's there.
Just one touch
& they're frozen.
Frozen solid.
Dead on the inside
Cold on the out.
