I long for long nights
wearing wool cardigans
in London streets
snow crunching under my leather boots
You
In my right arm
and a fire burning in my chest.
Every glance into your piercing blue eyes
is the gasoline that keeps my heart ablaze.
The snow begins to fall
and you cry
because this hasn’t happened
we haven’t met
this is a dream
a longing
to one day be with you,
whoever you are.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
I long for long nights
wearing wool cardigans
in London streets
snow crunching under my leather boots
You
In my right arm
and a fire burning in my chest.
Every glance into your piercing blue eyes
is the gasoline that keeps my heart ablaze.
The snow begins to fall
and you cry
because this hasn’t happened
we haven’t met
this is a dream
a longing
to one day be with you,
whoever you are.
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