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Nov 2019
Somethings in the air
feels like there’s something
In my heart
Fall’s creeping in, love
I can feel spring depart

My ribs won’t get frosty
So don’t think you’re so special
Your loss won’t cost me
My flowers, my petals

Winter isn’t coming in yet
I hate to inform
Think I’ve just got chilly, love
Think I’ve just lost what makes me feel so warm
“So warm, I feel so warm”
She said with eyes on your form
“Cold, I’m not quite cold”
As you slipped out her hold

Think nothing of it, this isn’t like frostbite
You’ll never see my heart go white
With snow, with frost, with ice
Couldn’t care less, I guess
That’s just my mortal vice

Winter isn’t creeping in, love
I hate to let you know
I think my heart’s just chilled, love
Not sad
I’m just, so-so
Winter isn’t coming in yet
I hate to inform
Think I’ve just got chilly, love
Think I’ve just lost what makes me feel so warm
not sad, just bored?
Written by
coqueta
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   Bogdan Dragos
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