it dies a little
baby, it's cold outside
won't you come inside
warm your hands by the fire light
the reasons we gave
the plans that we made
a windblown promise
a drifting snowflake
and o, what a sight
you in the night
and i like the look that you're giving
much like a child
but fevered and white
you're my reason for living
but it dies a little every time we kiss
and now it's gone
it's over
i'm done
it's been quite a fight
years have slipped by
but no letting go and no wavering
no promise is made
no promise to break
i know your kiss is a sacred thing
so you speak unheard
i'm lost in the curve of your lips as you mouth your words
i am yours inside
burnt hollow sky
you look at me with your autumn eyes
the eyes are black and kind
and the lips are glossed and white
but the worry weighs 1000 times
and it cries and cries and cries
and i cry and cry and cry
a ghostly face and a lightning smile
it dies a little every time we kiss
and now it's gone
it's over
i'm done
i'm done
i'm done
~jay morgans
the morgans project