burns my fingertips

burns my fingertips

A Poem by cara

it is possible
and it could be beautiful
it burns my fingertips
'cause its cold
and it happens every year
and i love it, and i need it,
and it always ends.

but it is possible,
and it is beautiful.
and that's love, that's love, that's love.

© 2024 cara


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cara
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