Scarpa

A Figure moving at a distant light.
I became a small particle under a door mat,
and i felt satan walk all over me.
I saw you dance to the sound of my voice,
and i saw you cry to the disappearance of my breath.
I grabbed your kisses when you blew them.
We hid in the snow.
The fire was reaching us.
It melted our footsteps,
but never burned our smiles.
Killing me with loneliness.
I'm fighting for love to revive itself,
but you and i,
we don't...
We don't talk to eachother,
anymore.

By,
Rocky