I would warm myself by the fire
This window stands between the heat and I
That I should stare through and watch flames flicker
Rather than climb through and let the ice melt
Such is fear
That it might be someone elses
Such is fear
That I might get caught stealing warmth
That I can't find my space
Without finding someone
This window that stands between me and what I want.
Showing posts with label RIP Mr. Butch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RIP Mr. Butch. Show all posts
4.12.2010
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