The warmth you provide me at night,
when winter comes,
When raining storming,
The heat that warms my being I miss it.
Times flew in flash,
You weren't there anymore,
I saw it in your eyes,
You've moved on without me,
When I still mourning you.
All seasons seem cold,
it gets colder when the night of us breaking away come,
It's a cold night for me,
How about you?
It is cold?
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anything & everything
Poetrysomething were meant to be hidden yet it's strangling. perhaps all those feeling if written down, will go? Picture - Pinterest I do not own the picture.
