the love that slays me
Absence taught the heart how deeply it could bleed—and still need you.
Oh, winter days without you— no warmth in your embrace, empty seas that hold your echo, ghostly mirrors that frame your face. I drown in the love that slays me. I beg the night: take my breath— if only to taste our tender moments again, even our last, that stung by death. I want you back. Bring back my beloved friend. I need you back— may I live in your love again. Your winter days without me— no warmth in my embrace, emp...
