Frostbite

I should have bit my tongue.

Maybe then things would have stayed the same.

Should have locked up my desires, taken them to the grave.

His warm embrace turned to cold rage.

Wind freezes my tear soaked cheeks as I walk down 8th street.

I should have bit my tongue.

Did I already lose my soul this young?

Did I allow resentment to pillage love?

Should have locked up my desires, taken them to the grave.

Do you know how I ache craving you?

I am not a woman of god, but do you know how I pray for you?

I should have bit my tongue.

Do you know that you never leave my mind?

Words rooted in pain looping with time.

Should have locked up my desires, taken them to the grave.

My soul strung to yours with kevlar.

The concave in my gut sinks deeper each day.

I should have bit my tongue.

Should have locked up my desires, taken them to the grave.