It's getting dark.
It's getting cold.
I might not love you,
but that doesn't mean feelings can't unfold.
You hold me,
close to your heart.
I wait for your call,
I feel as if I will never part from your arms.
Strange how he's,
no longer apart of me.
You took his place,
faster than the speed my heart does race.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 11:31 PM UTC
It's getting dark.
It's getting cold.
I might not love you,
but that doesn't mean feelings can't unfold.
You hold me,
close to your heart.
I wait for your call,
I feel as if I will never part from your arms.
Strange how he's,
no longer apart of me.
You took his place,
faster than the speed my heart does race.
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