my hands are cold in the light of the setting sun.
Tag Archives: cold
regrets
it is all quiet on this vast plane.
Spring
Your heart melts inside its cage.
cold hands
Your hands were cold in mine.
winter naked
I gave you my body to paint. you left my portrait in the cold.
grave
this cold stone marks your vibrant and beautiful life.
coffin
the fog like a coffin white.
frost
the cold never looked so inviting. or dangerous.
sunrise
watching the sunrise holding onto the railing on a boat.
crowds
alone in a crowd.
Chaos of Life 