A saturday night, i miss you dear,
a half finished book on my table
under the glowing lamp
i stare into space
wishing it was you instead!
It's the last night of january and it's still cold
wish you were here rather than the duvet
I shiver in this cold room
with an icy cold heart within.
2 comments:
I just came across your blog... I love it! It seems you have no problems expressing yourself... and I feel akin to you in the sense that you dwell on the abstract... I'll add you to my blogroll if you don't mind...
@ illusionaire..glad to see that you are alive and kicking :)
Thanks andy...sure no probs, thanks for asking.
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