i left with my cold hands;i used to leave imprints of chill on your backwith the hopes of warming myselfon your tropical skin i went to the sun, held my hands to the skyand i waiteda breath, or two, and the warmth it flooded through me, it burned …  | notnotnerdygirl May 2 | i left with my cold hands;
i used to leave imprints of chill on your back
with the hopes of warming myself
on your tropical skin i went to the sun, held my hands to the sky
and i waited
a breath, or two,
and the warmth it flooded through me, it burned my skin, it i return, warmer,
my hands, on your back,
are no longer full of the same chill,
instead, they give and give and give
heat we didn't know i had
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