Sub-zero warmth on planet You
Editing me

One hundred percent chance I’d be puzzled
Morning, noon, and night

Your steady rainfall left me
Adjusting, crash-landing

Unsure now whether I survived
The fiery-attack I thought was your love


What to do
When love’s thrown at you with far, far, far less passion
Far less intent, than graffiti at a cinder block wall

Then come the wolves
One is all it takes to take you down, down, way, way down
To take your will, and leave you still with skin stone cold