Ska börja med att be om ursäkt, jag är värdelös på att kategorisera mina texter xD

Her breath and mine mingle in the winter air.

My fingers running smoothly through her hair.

Her lips are fire mine are ice. She says she loves them i say she lies.

They quench her thirst, I say they hurt. She says she has loved me from my birth.

Her tears are lava, they burn my skin. The last words spoken are my sin.

In fear I spoke, in anger she heard, I love you not, You cannot be a part of my world.

Cast aside and used up, her gift, her rose had been plucked.

My thoughts racing as she ran, last of them myself I have damned.