My hearts thawed and it's waiting to defrost; but at what cost? .
As I breathe in the morning fog I roam around like another stray dog.
The only expression I can face is the unfriendly clown. distraction is the zest to corrupting your frown.
Every where I look I'm alerted by that four letter word.
outside seems so threatening and so bold even though you were told not to be so cold. someone hands you a spade to dig your own grave; maybe now i can find consolation as i look at the s