It was a cold winter,
But I could hear my heart fluttering.
Fast but gentle,
Even though it was cold,
I could feel blood running beneath my skin,
Warm but gentle.
I kind of miss these old feelings,
Gold and gentle.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
It was a cold winter,
But I could hear my heart fluttering.
Fast but gentle,
Even though it was cold,
I could feel blood running beneath my skin,
Warm but gentle.
I kind of miss these old feelings,
Gold and gentle.
These are the feelings i had for my first unrequited love. Back when I was in Holland.
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