May 2012
Burn with me
the midnight oil
yet scent it with a kiss...
forgo sleep
within my arms
as dreams are made of this...
now hold tight
to this moment
my tender hearted miss.
the midnight oil
yet scent it with a kiss...
forgo sleep
within my arms
as dreams are made of this...
now hold tight
to this moment
my tender hearted miss.
Written by
DieingEmbers
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