"it's cold outside"
you complain
darling
your hands are colder
than any fresh breeze
i've ever felt
- at least nature listens to my silence/words
YOU ARE READING
Storm Scars
PoetryVolume 01: i'm sorry you'll never read this you deserve to hear the truth you tried to lock up in me "honesty is a virtue" here's my holy sin lies folded in fairy tales you'd like to believe that, wouldn't you? - once upon a time, no fairy tale ende...
