The night has its own spell
It casts me to think deeper
‘Cause some nights are cold
But this very night is different.
I feel the warmth of my deepened feelings
I feel your pulse beating around my waist
I feel your mild breathe that warms my back
I feel warmth intertwined with calmness
This very night is dearest
I sleep with a smile on my face.
Often the curse of my night
Will always be filled with questions
So I ache for another sweet warmness
But it has foolishly blinded me
I fell for it really fast
I’m breathlessly going under.
But the night is over
And it makes me realize
The warmth is just temporary
You’ll never be mine.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 6:44 AM UTC
The night has its own spell
It casts me to think deeper
‘Cause some nights are cold
But this very night is different.
I feel the warmth of my deepened feelings
I feel your pulse beating around my waist
I feel your mild breathe that warms my back
I feel warmth intertwined with calmness
This very night is dearest
I sleep with a smile on my face.
Often the curse of my night
Will always be filled with questions
So I ache for another sweet warmness
But it has foolishly blinded me
I fell for it really fast
I’m breathlessly going under.
But the night is over
And it makes me realize
The warmth is just temporary
You’ll never be mine.
I wrote this because I just couldn't stop remembering. :)
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