No shame in being hungry for you.
Of wanting to share a life with you.
An open heart is an open fire
What's the winter for?
To remember love.
You warmed me throughout my ghost town-of-a-heart.
And as I sit here, hands in head.
Speechless.
With all this love and no words out.
I ask myself, what kind of writer am i?
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 5:04 AM UTC
No shame in being hungry for you.
Of wanting to share a life with you.
An open heart is an open fire
What's the winter for?
To remember love.
You warmed me throughout my ghost town-of-a-heart.
And as I sit here, hands in head.
Speechless.
With all this love and no words out.
I ask myself, what kind of writer am i?
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