In the courtyard
Bare and unkempt
Is where you found me
Lost and without definition
Lighting my cigarette
Staring into my eyes
Taking this chance
I catch a glimpse
of your soul
through the bitter cold
Warming my hands
Individually
In the pockets
of my torn jacket
Fiercely unprepared
for what was to come...
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
In the courtyard
Bare and unkempt
Is where you found me
Lost and without definition
Lighting my cigarette
Staring into my eyes
Taking this chance
I catch a glimpse
of your soul
through the bitter cold
Warming my hands
Individually
In the pockets
of my torn jacket
Fiercely unprepared
for what was to come...
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