Getting Old

The ring of slipped faults split the bed waiting to answer voices in my head cold breezes and cold shoulders nights like this getting old not a warm spot left to hold Love letters read in the light of day tears spilt washing it all away cold breezes and cold shoulders extinguished embers spark lie low even your soul has a frosted glow The looks are of only Jimmy Choo no longer longing to run after you cold breezes and cold shoulders distanced dreams dissipate a rising star wishes eluding I wonder who we are