Without you warmth
I shiver and shake
these seats where I sit
are cold and unfit
the pale sun brings me
no comfort or joy
these gloomy Autumn days
make me long for you
I wonder, too, in my selfishness
if you are longing to see
the girl who's missing you
Your arms are comfort, your chest is warmth
your touch stirs my blood
and clears my head
But what do I do to you?
My heart feels heavy...
Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 1:03 PM UTC
Without you warmth
I shiver and shake
these seats where I sit
are cold and unfit
the pale sun brings me
no comfort or joy
these gloomy Autumn days
make me long for you
I wonder, too, in my selfishness
if you are longing to see
the girl who's missing you
Your arms are comfort, your chest is warmth
your touch stirs my blood
and clears my head
But what do I do to you?
My heart feels heavy...
