The smooth indentations dip
And like the dust in those lonely caverns
of the stoic moon above
they swirl like the recollection of thoughts
of this cold night
of this cold dark night
of the nights when I long
to hold you
in these empty arms
I am
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 6:22 AM UTC
The smooth indentations dip
And like the dust in those lonely caverns
of the stoic moon above
they swirl like the recollection of thoughts
of this cold night
of this cold dark night
of the nights when I long
to hold you
in these empty arms
I am
Just being the teenager I am