W h i n t e r K r o z z °
Forever ridding me off her kiss
Like a snowflake,
forever ridding me of its frost,
Just like spending forever,
always being lost
Every heart beat,
is another call to you,
Just like every time we speak,
I become the winter, blue.
I spend every moment aching,
My body wants to be there,
I'm not unintelligent, but still my emotions can take me for a ride.
The End
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