Late nights
City lights
Cold toes, midnight air
Sitting on your favourite chair
On the balcony beside yours
He stands behind his sliding door
And steps into the night
He makes the dark more bright
He tells a joke, you crack a smile
He ends your sadness for a while
And in the cold, in the dark,
He becomes a thief, he steals your heart
Wow, one hundred and ninety-nine views? I never thought I'd get that far!
Thank you to all of you, you just made my day <3
Stay spicy!
-Gilly
