The sun sets and the sky's almost dark.
The breeze gets cold, and so does my heart.
No little flame nor a fire can warm my night.
Except for you who gives me comfort at all times.
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Overdosed
PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
Day 187
The sun sets and the sky's almost dark.
The breeze gets cold, and so does my heart.
No little flame nor a fire can warm my night.
Except for you who gives me comfort at all times.
