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there are nights where i stay up daydreaming of a wonderland a wonderland of vignetted sepia books and tea stained lips, a wonderland where the sun hides for a while, and lets us be real a wonderland where no one else exists so that my arms persist on staying around you a wonderland where my hands lay in yours while we read sappy poetry poetry no one else we know would find interesting but poetry that means the world to us; a wonderland where rain falls in my backyard on orange trees to the setting of our eyes like big blue seas never parting leaves rustling a wonderland where music plays and sways so sway with me to a light thunder storm and kiss me slowly so we can keep each others lips warm because its cold in our winter wonderland but a little cold never stopped anyone a little cold in life slows us down, but we put on our jumpers and forge on so forge on my dear winter girl, because i know that sometimes a house isn't really a home and it gets hard when I'm alone so come whenever you feel like you cant stand and lay with me, in our own winter wonderland.
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
winter wonderland
there are nights where i stay up daydreaming of a wonderland a wonderland of vignetted sepia books and tea stained lips, a wonderland where the sun hides for a while, and lets us be real a wonderland where no one else exists so that my arms persist on staying around you a wonderland where my hands lay in yours while we read sappy poetry poetry no one else we know would find interesting but poetry that means the world to us; a wonderland where rain falls in my backyard on orange trees to the setting of our eyes like big blue seas never parting leaves rustling a wonderland where music plays and sways so sway with me to a light thunder storm and kiss me slowly so we can keep each others lips warm because its cold in our winter wonderland but a little cold never stopped anyone a little cold in life slows us down, but we put on our jumpers and forge on so forge on my dear winter girl, because i know that sometimes a house isn't really a home and it gets hard when I'm alone so come whenever you feel like you cant stand and lay with me, in our own winter wonderland.
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
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