The winter weather
Is a harsh reminder
That I cannot
Find warmth
Within
Your
Arms
The days grow shorter
Nights grow longer
And with every second
I'm dying
For
Your
Touch
Yet, I find it
Amazing that from
Thousand of miles away
You still
Give
Me
Butterflies
Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 2:57 PM UTC
The winter weather
Is a harsh reminder
That I cannot
Find warmth
Within
Your
Arms
The days grow shorter
Nights grow longer
And with every second
I'm dying
For
Your
Touch
Yet, I find it
Amazing that from
Thousand of miles away
You still
Give
Me
Butterflies
