The snowflakes came down,
Frantic children
whirling around, pushed around
trying to find their way home.
The night was cold,
the type of cold that snuck under all your coats and hats and scarves
and carved you out little by little,
Slowly,
seeping into your bones.
But as he stood there, amidst
All the fury of the winds,
the mischevious tickles of the playful snow,
All he felt was warmth,
and he smiled.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
The snowflakes came down,
Frantic children
whirling around, pushed around
trying to find their way home.
The night was cold,
the type of cold that snuck under all your coats and hats and scarves
and carved you out little by little,
Slowly,
seeping into your bones.
But as he stood there, amidst
All the fury of the winds,
the mischevious tickles of the playful snow,
All he felt was warmth,
and he smiled.
Everywhere I go (kings and queens)
By new politics
(Acoustic version)
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