Hands like ice
She’s so cold,
Her hands are cold
Her heart is cold
Her thoughts are warm and exclusive
But full of hurt
Her hands are cold
Her eyes are warmth
The voice as clear as ice
Her work like diamonds
Her heart like stone
Her face is warm
Her eyes sing shut
Her mind is closed
Cold, hard and solitary
Her hands are cold and she freezes my heart with her eyes and her voice, truth and hurt. An unyielding glacial wall of solitude riddled by sparks of hope and care.
Her hands are cold
Her heart is cold
Her thoughts are warm and exclusive
But full of hurt
Her hands are cold
Her eyes are warmth
The voice as clear as ice
Her work like diamonds
Her heart like stone
Her face is warm
Her eyes sing shut
Her mind is closed
Cold, hard and solitary
Her hands are cold and she freezes my heart with her eyes and her voice, truth and hurt. An unyielding glacial wall of solitude riddled by sparks of hope and care.
posted by Accultus at
10:44 PM
1 Comments:
liked the last line, buddy. I was glad to see you this weekend. Come to york and hang out.
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Shannon., at 12:15 AM
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