19/02/2013
Wednesday
06:45
You got my heart cold
You've made my lips cracked
No longer craving for a kiss
No longer warm
The smoke flows out
Music is liberating my mind
I heard birds singing last week
They are gone
I'm not drowning in own pain
My pain is freezing my cheeks
The ones that used to be lovely and blushy
It's making the ice thicker
You took spring warmth from me
Hope the magic will die one day
And bring you with it to the agonizing reality
Thanks, asshole, for a nice week.
