25.1.10

bit by frost.

the days grow longer, my knees get weaker
i'm so tired of trying;
just getting sleepier
winterfrost freezes my nose
my cheeks turn red, red as a rose
tell me when,
when will i know?
why is my life buried under a great heaping pile of snow.


2 comments:

  1. mhm, so nice!

    http://data.tumblr.com/kSw6v5Uor3fav3yetWdHnRUh_500.jpg

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