Cold Lips

A cycle of poems «I'll Be Waiting for You on the Shore»

In the quiet of the night, where the shadows softly creep,
I feel the chill of memories, the promises we keep.
Whispers of a summer's day, linger in the air,
But now it’s just a frozen space, where love was once laid bare.

Cold lips, where warmth used to flow,
Frozen kisses, in the afterglow.
The fire that we burned has turned to frost,
In the heat of our passion, we have lost.

Your eyes were once a sunrise, lighting up my soul,
Now they mirror winter skies, distant and so cold.
We danced beneath the stars, with laughter in the breeze,
Now silence fills the spaces, where we used to feel at ease.

Cold lips, where warmth used to flow,
Frozen kisses, in the afterglow.
The fire that we burned has turned to frost,
In the heat of our passion, we have lost.

And I reach for your heart, but the distance is too wide,
Through the ice that formed between us, there's nowhere left to hide.
We built a world of dreams, but it crumbled with the snow,
Now I’m left to wander through the echoes of the cold.

Cold lips, where warmth used to flow,
Frozen kisses, in the afterglow.
The fire that we burned has turned to frost,
In the heat of our passion, we have lost.

So here’s to the longing, to the ghost of what we had,
To memories like snowflakes, both beautiful and sad.
With every breath I take, I'll remember how it feels,