CarrieMonster

Old crumpled photographs cover the floor, Serving as portals into our aged minds, Glimpses of love, pain, and a heart which tore, A heart still shattered to bits, one that pines. Our cold, icy forced breaths fog glass windows, As your dry lips struggle to meet my own, Finally making ends meet, my heart froze, Your kiss fills in the pieces, a heart sewn. You once promised me the world would be mine, In hopes it was enough to keep me here, With you in my arms we will be just fine, You are my world, left with nothing to fear. As our bodies grow warm, the night goes by, Take my hand, stare with me into the sky.