Walking bare feet,
up the cold stones.
It's kind of ticklish,
i embrace myself tight enough,
nothing gets past me.
Chilly air blowing,
from the sides of the hug.
I am missing his warm clasp,
it's been missing for a longtime.
Was i always alone with him?
or did he make me alone now?
I am now up here touching the clouds,
the cold oh it's softly killing me.
I rather tend to like it this way,
not that there is no other way for me to live up,
just that i can't be anyone's if not his.
Inch by inch i am nearing the edge;
the edge which will give me my last breathe.
My last moments,
my last thoughts,
my first and last love.
Forever i will be free;
I'll always be his.
This winter it's finishing me up fast.
It's consuming my palpitation.
This sensation of nothing below amazes me,
Yes i Finally die the death of you,
To be immortal and inseparable ,
from you my love.