Warm
We were so happy onceSmiling
Never knew but still felt the temporality of it all
Fragile
Looking at old pictures trying to recapture it
Kinda like the sorrow I feel when I use heating pads in my glove
I snap em and instantly feel regret
The liquid becomes a hot solid
Burning my blue fingers
The harder I squeeze the better I feel
But the sooner I know the heat will end
Would that I never squeezed you too tight
Would that I never allowed fear to freeze me
I need you and I pray that you need us too
Lupus?! A wha dat?! 