I wish for those days.
Where the tips of my fingers are cold,
And my insides are warm.
I desire those nights.
Where the headaches slowly arrive.
And the comforting tears flow.
I want those rare winter times.
Where there are pink skies within me.
And stormy nights.
Rain in California.
Love on my lips.
Peace contained in your eyes.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
I wish for those days.
Where the tips of my fingers are cold,
And my insides are warm.
I desire those nights.
Where the headaches slowly arrive.
And the comforting tears flow.
I want those rare winter times.
Where there are pink skies within me.
And stormy nights.
Rain in California.
Love on my lips.
Peace contained in your eyes.
I was comfortable today.
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