I’m in love with you in the darkest dreams, i’m in love with you in the quietest of nights, i’m in love with you in the coldest of winter days. too many empty nights wrapped up in my knit sweater wondering why i held onto you although there was nothing for me to hold onto anymore. too many dead cold nights where i long for your warmth though the ice had started to melt and the flowers had started to bloom. too many mornings hoping the sun does not reveal my swollen eyes. i know it’s bad but i’m still sick in love with you.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
I’m in love with you in the darkest dreams, i’m in love with you in the quietest of nights, i’m in love with you in the coldest of winter days. too many empty nights wrapped up in my knit sweater wondering why i held onto you although there was nothing for me to hold onto anymore. too many dead cold nights where i long for your warmth though the ice had started to melt and the flowers had started to bloom. too many mornings hoping the sun does not reveal my swollen eyes. i know it’s bad but i’m still sick in love with you.
