Sitting alone, winter offers her company.
Center facing outwards, it's bitter tonight.
Solitude lingers, flowering stars.
Head in hands, but both share the moon.
I so wish you were here beside me.
Without you, crumble I might.
No matter how poor, the World is ours.
Glad I found you, not a minute too soon
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 12:16 PM UTC
Sitting alone, winter offers her company.
Center facing outwards, it's bitter tonight.
Solitude lingers, flowering stars.
Head in hands, but both share the moon.
I so wish you were here beside me.
Without you, crumble I might.
No matter how poor, the World is ours.
Glad I found you, not a minute too soon
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