If kisses could, you know I would
bring warmth upon your lips,
but lips speak lies, all frost and ice
— I shiver when I kiss.
Too cold for me, unpleasantly,
I tremble in your arms.
For marbled souls have never stole
a kiss that made me warm.
Chiseled hands on statue-man
will hold me dear and tight,
yet hands so cold can never hold
a heart that will ignite.
I shiver and you hold my hand,
and strive to keep me warm;
but in your eyes, you’re frost and lies;
A statue in a storm.

I shiver and you hold my hand,
and strive to keep me warm;
but in your eyes, you’re frost and lies;
A statue in a storm.
but lips speak lies, all frost and ice
— I shiver when I kiss.


KnightlyAngel09 wrote:If kisses could, you know I would
bring warmth upon your lips,
Too cold for me, unpleasantly,
a kiss that made me warm.
I shiver and you hold my hand,
and strive to keep me warm;
but in your eyes, you’re frost and lies;
A statue in a storm.






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