The cold bites hard
In the churchyard.
The temperature is zero.
I know
These fallen leaves
Do not deceive.
My autumn has come.
And alone
I go home
Heading for the churchyard
The cold bites hard
In the churchyard.
The temperature is zero.
I know
These fallen leaves
Do not deceive.
My autumn has come.
And alone
I go home
Heading for the churchyard
You kept your top on.
I knew you wouldn’t stay.
When you where gone
I found a piece of pizza
You had left behind.
There are many kinds of takeaway.
And I often find
Such dishes are stone cold
The kiss that lingers
When the other’s fingers
Are cold
Can hold
No joy
For girl or boy.