Through your fog last night
tears froze to my face
chipping your chill from the
corners of my chin.
How smarmy is the moon!
Smiling his grin as if to say
"Winter has only just begun--
and the air holds a sense of death"
Summer fever thermometer skin
kept the warmth alive between me and
Your sweet skin's taste of tobacco and tea.
The autumn hasn't let us go
to freeze and pile up like snow.
Without your heat
my warmth seems artificial.
I'm crying
I'm cold
I'm holding on
You're letting go
a swift divide
without you by my side
I am cold.
8:37 pm - Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2007
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