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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