Sunday 30 September 2012

cold winter winds
that bite and pursue
how could I feel them
when I'm with you

long arms to wrap around
long arms to hold
my pretty baby wraps me up
keeps me from the cold

eyes to ensnare
and a smile to match
I never know what you're thinking
my heads a mess

I'd love you until our hearts grow old
a few drunken fumbles weren't enough
I needed you to hold
hold onto me
until I disappear into the ground

you smile as I nurse
a drink that grows warm
could you tell that I didn't want to let go
and true to form
you go, and I'm left, alone

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