A bone-chilling cold,
a rib-wracking numbness,
let the anesthesia
crash right into me
Like waves against rocks,
like mind against matter,
let there be a duel
to see which will survive
The toughest of times,
the sweetest of times,
no matter what happens
it’s the little things that count
Through thick and thin,
through high and low,
the cold that may be
will be beat by love. 


1 note   Feb 27th, 2012  

  1. papierheart posted this
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