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Your cold feet

Some nights I just cannot sleep. My feet keep searching for your cold feet, trying to get warm under mine. It is moments like this when I miss you enough, that I can give up on it all just to be there with you.

Your cold feet were the warmest thing my heart ever felt. Maybe you didn’t hear me, maybe I never said it, thank you for your cold feet.

As if life was not hard enough, as if life was not cruel enough, I had to go on to miss your soft cold feet.

Little things about you, that maybe he would not even notice, I remember today as I did when I was there. Until the day I lay dead in my cold grave, my feet will search for your soft cold feet.

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