That old song playing in my playlist
this morning wreaked of an older winter
The music gave me jitters just like the wind in that December
The memories that were brought back smelled of cupcake icings and foamy warm coffees under a starry sky
The sunlight through my windows was now starving to crash through the cruel almost transparent curtains
The loneliness left footprints on my floor
And snuggled with me in my bed
Nostalgia held my hand
And i let myself tuck to it for the rest of the day..
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
That old song playing in my playlist
this morning wreaked of an older winter
The music gave me jitters just like the wind in that December
The memories that were brought back smelled of cupcake icings and foamy warm coffees under a starry sky
The sunlight through my windows was now starving to crash through the cruel almost transparent curtains
The loneliness left footprints on my floor
And snuggled with me in my bed
Nostalgia held my hand
And i let myself tuck to it for the rest of the day..
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