your ashen lips lingered on my velvet ones,
and with every jagged breath,
I felt the raging tempest of your icy heart

you once told me you loved me,
and i had smiled against the warmth of your embrace

but your movements became rigid,
and your heart stops beating like before

you still say that you love me,
but I know,
it wasn't me you're in love with,
it was the

memory